ฟังเพลงThe PJs (Explicit)

Yo man get you a** in here man

You maybe know the f**king police looking for you man

Come on man them niggaz just left here man

Come on man you know we got mad f**king blow

Up in the motherf**king lab son

This ni**a's off the hook man

Yo Chef talk to these niggaz man

We bagging ounces in the back of the Maz

Ostrich on wollriches three quarter-ness

A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's

The grant's on the stove

And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o

She giving me some credit for clothes

That's the slang work for bricks dicks

Analyze you never know who looking

It's deranged world-wit snitches is enterprising

Black Man hold on like magnums in the wind

Because when it get cold parole give a homey like ten

What's the prognosis drugs guns and ounces of gold fish

Fly reefer out-town b**ches is stone six

And birds back in eighteen and played C.R.E.A.M

Gray beam it's lean new A.D.I.D.A.S

Jackets flipping up small dean

Visualizing portraits fresh cuts

Brand new Porsche’s going wit hand-to-hand

Serving the source yo running from the police

This day-to-day lifestyle where niggaz get arraigned

And get chain it's like psycal (psycho) blao

Drug dealers star and celebrities (ghetto celebs)

Even dudes wit a few felonies (a few felonies)

In the PJ's this what they telling me (telling who)

Sniffing real hard but you not smelling me (smell me)

The crowd yelling for Chef Killa and Pete Rock (Pete Rock)

Got them moving like the millennium beat box (beat box)

Sh*t is all hood til they hear the heat cock (whooo)

Fall back and let the beat rock

Degrees of experience qualifies me to speak in certain areas

Where many can't reach

So I prepared a speech for you all to then listen

While I spit the hot venomous sh*t my whole clique sick

Infested wit the itchy tigger finger mob related

Noodle-leanie universal flag Beanie

Son you wouldn't want to see me black down masta point four pound

Clip full of hallow tip round

Turn the f**king sound up

My cup runneth over Hennessey the Bill Bixby

Ninja Scroll niggaz that roll

My son did four in the hole

Tenant population neva told facing parole

Sipped the old gold style beat it in trial

My mild-mannered point nine Bandit flow drunk

Look at Skunk w**d sticking

Razor sharp rip them bites lift them

We at the Jam direct

The Ghetto Gospel collaboration

One word could change the nation

No doubt

Drug dealers star and celebrities (ghetto celebs)

Even dudes wit a few felonies (a few felonies)

In The PJ's this what they telling me (telling who)

Sniffing real hard but you not smelling me (smell me)

The crowd yelling for Chef Killa and Pete Rock (Pete Rock)

Got them moving like the millennium beat box (beat box)

Sh*t is all hood til they hear the heat cock (whooo)

Fall back and let the beat rock

Tuna Salad and Puma racking

Pushing through the projects captain

Get your money yo show me no slacking

We drive the meanest joints

Shoot through medina wit a Evisu Jeans and Nina's

Stop by juniors we hitting cheeba

Briefly crackers observe

You got the undercovers

Niggaz just love us we know they suckers

You know what what Mosey don't be nosey yo

Watch these fake niggaz wit these thank you cards

Them shits is bogey

Snitches in the hood up to no good

We would kill alot of motherf**kers but the timing ain't good

So while my bankroll climbing

I be out on consignment breezing

Ki's wit twenty-nine letter melted cheeses

All of my papers now in real estate

White folks been doing this since nine-teen-sixty-nine

It's billions and killer weight

So prosperous moves wit the jewels wit Wu Nikes on

It's cool don't eva act like niggaz ain't who

One

Drug dealers star and celebrities (ghetto celebs)

Even dudes wit a few felonies (a few felonies)

In The PJ's this what they telling me (telling who)

Sniffing real hard but you not smelling me (smell me)

The crowd yelling for Chef Killa and Pete Rock (Pete Rock)

Got them moving like the Millennium beat box (beat box)

Sh*t is all hood til they hear the heat cock (whooo)

Fall back and let the beat rock

Yea we just sit back in the luxury toasters

Sliding through the motherf**king projects

Stand away from you fake a** motherf**kers

Laying out in the barber-shop getting f**ked up cuts

We don't respect you all (don't respect you all)

Knaw'saying this is Shala Lewis Rich

Pete Rock Masta Killa The Vatican

One I'm gone

Well this is my song I'm gonna dedicated

To my Barba he's been trained in the last past three years