Hey! - 12" Instrumental Version

Lyrics for Hey! - 12" Instrumental Version

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen (hey) I'd like to thank you all for joining us this evening Let me know if y'all with me y'all (hey) Just a couple of things I wanna say I only play the games that I win at And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats As a matter of fact, let me rephrase With more rhymes and ways to fillet felines these days Watch the path of the black one Supervillain, he wrecks clubs for delf In a drunken stupor chillin' Ready and willing to inadvertently foil that Plan of any rhymer, whiner or spoiled brat Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose? And holds mics like he knows karate body blows? Nobody knows The trouble I see From the MPV fly dirty tailin' the eye bubble eye thirty For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all Science fiction that's not admissible in no court of law I live to rock mics 3-D The only reason I seek to stop, to snuff the TV I heard beats, they sound like karaoke With monkey rhymers on a leash like don't have this fairy choke me Hit 'em with a penny so we can get these peanuts And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts They locks Lex Luthor up in green haven Since when a nigga never really been to clean shaven Misbehavin' rap stars need Listamint Call me Mista Bent, I'm at where your sister went Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell (hey) Tell a joke This could lead to catastrophe 'Bout to stop the violence right after these last three shots From the black bat got me at headlock Holdin' on to sanity, by strands of that dreadlock She told me get off I said, "Bitch Let me set this shit off so I could get rich right quick" Then it hit me like the point of intoxication Nigga come out and rock this nation like ox defacin' (hey) A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation In the world's most strangest most dangerous occupation But you could do it, you the Super like in your building Villian like trife Kinder is in All My Children Plotting and it sure to pay ends With some real mature womens, and more of they friends (hey) When bad men roll tight, it's actual true Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue Who grip necks of Becks next to triple X? He just came in 4D: Follow the ripple effects And it'll lead you right to him, oh snap It seems you walked into a trap, through rap, zoinks This place is filled with pretender willies One false move, and get broke off, like end of Phillies True believers, ain't nothin new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh, uh Rhyme of the month two page long Bustin' off two gages with my cape on wrong Son it's on remind me of a Raekwon tape song With a fleet of super bad, some status, Rae Dawn Chong Let me know if y'alls with me y'all (hey) National and geographic down to the titty-bar Rep Monster Island City y'all To all my brothers who is doin' unsettling bids You could have got away if it was not for them meddling kids (Over here) (Hey) (Hey)