Lyrics
(Why ya'll ain't say? Yo', you know- You know you supposed to say something to me)
Ooh, baby baby
Aw, yeah
Clap your hands y'all
Check it, dig it while I rip it
Check it while I wreck it
(Gih' it to 'em, La')
Ok, gimme' a few seconds
First I give a shout to every Jersery born and bread head
And everybody in New York from to brunettes to red heads
Who got my back? (Jersey gotcha' back)
Yo' tell me who's got my back? (The Bronx gotcha' back)
Yo' tell me who's got my back?(Brooklyn gotcha' back)
Y-y-y-y-yo, who's got my back?(Uptown gotcha' back)
Thank you, as I come back in to the beat
Give a shout out to my brother, L.A.N.C.E
Up in heaven, resting, chilling, watching, over me
You know you too good to be forgotten
Papa wasn't there, but there was Lance in the house
It's only me and mommy, you the man of the house
Always flip the scipt back to the old, days
I used to rock it on the high school, stage
I used to drink 40s back then I didn't blaze
Twitched to the pipe with the peace these days
Just go on to let you know I flow on
I'm wicked out my gluteus, so ho' on and ho' on (Ho-ohh)
That's what we's about to do (Ho-ohh)
Take you on a mission with the Flavor U
Uh, me no deal with no dibby dibby flip flop
I get mad when it comes to playing Hip-Hop
But chill (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Just chill (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Yo' chill (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Uh, come on chill (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Check it fear don't live in here
Tears don't bring me cheers
So gear for another year because I had it up to here, yeah
I'm about through with you
You wack' and bootie pooh
Rip up the crew left and right hear the one and the two
I'm read-to-set-it-off again
Wanna' bet I can wreck you and your next of kin
In fact, don't make me have to get the royal getcha
Best ta' getcha' ya' narrow ass up off that crack
Book me any show and I know that I'll pack it
Attacking with my tactics
I'm loaded like a full metal jacket
I'll flip mines to get mines
I'm happy to get with you
But you can't come out to play right now, you got too much shit to do
It's all game, it all sounds the same
Them suckas' know my name is sitting on the tips of they brain
But they ashamed, they scared to face me
Yet, they wanna' disgrace me, erase me, they must be freakin' crazy
I'm the La'-La'-La' from Haulstead
Bread with the Queen as a prefix, It's off with your head
And that's a promise cause I don't make threats
So mind your neck cause it's about to get set
C'mon, set it off (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Uh, set it off (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Somebody set it off (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Watch the La' set it off (Gimme five on the black hand side)
Uh, set it off (Gimmie' five on the black hand side)
Uh, set it off (Gimme' five on the black hand side)
Watch the La' set it off (Gimme' 5 on the black hand side)
Check the Queen set it off (Gimme' 5 on the black hand side)
Parlay
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Black reign 1993
I'd like to welcome you to this album
Matter of fact, I'd like to welcome you to a new day
A new day to hear me
Check this out ya'll
