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Yes, yes, y'all, ooh funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh, in come funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all From the ol schizzy, it's the yes yizzy, y'all Ooh, notes come wrong Dre is chillin', Ruff is chillin' What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin' on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike's complexion Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me All I wanna say is I don't really give a fuck 'Cause Most he be mega Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega And in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps Bad as shrimp stampy with the food stamps Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule White boys say it now cool, cool, cool I bring the fizzy that's the obvious I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk In the SP or the MV, see three G Ho's see me comin' in 3-D I spread Lizzy with ten mates Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin' on it (On the world) Shittin' on it (On the world) Shittin' on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin' on the world) (On the world) Shittin' on it (On the world) Shittin' on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin' on the world) I warm it up like humidity Mel, okay I'm here til infinity My shit be outta space with the Ewok This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok When we rock to the beat of accapella Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas It's time to bounce so where the player, mate? Jealous MC's still drinkin' on that Hatorrade Bitches flirtin' with the giggles and chuckles You'll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle 'Cause I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it Hold up! Back to the clinic Uh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye Then I step like Omega's hifi (Awroof) I walk the earth like Moses Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips Shows I turn out I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout But can't phone long distance I'm a rich nigga still gettin' public assistance Rockin' shit on a task cam Got MC's talkin' 'bout "I love you, man" But you can't get my last bud Or my last dove outta beats we be makin' Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin' That's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it (On the world) Shittin' on it (On the world) Shittin' on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin' on the world) (On the world) Shittin' on it (On the world) Shittin' on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin' on the world) (On the world) Shittin' on it (On the world) Shittin' on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin' on the world) Yes, yes, y'all, ooh funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy, y'all Ooh, in come funk Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all Every three days and the El change [unverified] Ooh, most come funk