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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 
  
            
 
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