Muggsy Bogues (Explicit)

Muggsy Bogues (Explicit) - Marlon Craft/Method Man

Lyrics by：Marlon Cirker/Clifford Smith Jr.

Composed by：Theodor Arbus/Brian Massaka

Produced by：Arbus/Moo Latte

I pulled up in a Muggsy Bogues with the pennies

'Cause I'm shorter on time so don't be short on a penny

In our New York they would envy the flavor

Now it's a bunch of white girls callin' delis bodegas

Elegant player guys they call relevant major

Look to me for how I be steppin' and gamblin'

So I'm like Relevant to who

Because I'm not watchin'

I feel like Jeff Van Gundy yellin'

Stop floppin'

Own the company they ain't even got stock options

When you timeless you don't care

If you not poppin' please

Married to this fly **** I got Poppins

Haters got a list mile long and **** they not stoppin'

Shots droppin' out here sippin'

Scotch like I'm Ron Swanson

How you sign a deal to act gangster

With a cop option Wow

New day new work

Straight sauce like the drums couldn't

See the kick make the groove work

When clicks is the new worth the risk to be true hurts

I live this I'd lose first

'Fore I'd win cuttin' corners just to up the score

Obstacles gon' pop at you just gotta budget for 'em

But look at the impression that the passion make

I guess there was a method to my madness ayy huh

I pulled up in a Chris Mullin

St John's 'cause the storm comin'

I see a lotta lightning but I don't

Hear the thunder though

You gotta let it roll

I already told you I'm short on time

**** your lil' clicks we do more offline

***** I'm in a zone why you so pressed

Give me what I'm owed not a cent less

This ain't Morse code say what you mean

The money come first but the paper too green yeah

There gotta be somethin' more that I'm runnin' towards

Than the wind than the wind

Snapback but I'm well-fitted F it oh well figured

I wish 'em well while I'm throwin' pennies at well-wishers

You'll get it later mm blunt with flavor

Like stale Swishers

Smoke with the switcher that five stick

Ya in Hell quicker

All hail the Riddler the hell he raise and

To Hell with ya

Split up the clique 'cause they all switch

No Heil Hitler

The island get ya no Gilligan's like

Aye Skipper

Make sure your men know I'm the wave like rye ginger

Don't be a boat rocker coulda shot both choppers

Old shot that got your ears ringin' that's a door knocker

Blow dropper I go acappella like the old opera

Flow proper I say absolute like this the old vodka

I feel at home partner you and your partners be at home

Got ya waitin' on that bag you some home shoppers

Showtime to a show watcher

I show the parts where they show doctors 'bout

To pull a plug I'm a show stopper

On Harlem nights I'm a globetrotter

In gold Pradas

Plus the gold standard my gold diggers

And Goldschlager

Two minds craft so me and Marlon can craft a monster

That chupacabra the shooter come with the Uber driver

You not a rider you and your sponsors still got 'em bonkers

My coast is contra with D as hot

As that block in Yonkers

Not a monster whose art of war is divide and conquer

But I wear a fitted like Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca

I already told you I'm short on time

**** your lil' clicks we do more offline

***** I'm in a zone why you so pressed

Give me what I'm owed not a cent less

This ain't Morse code say what you mean

The money come first but the paper too green

There gotta be somethin' more that I'm runnin' towards

Than the wind