Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin' you know what I'm sayin'

With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine

And Jack whose names is Joe

Check it, check it, check it, yo c'mon I been around, I been around, I been around town and

Sounds you know I'm down that many cannot get down

But not me, we kick it all day and night see

Although you know in a minute, right now you know not who I be

So I kick it for a second, yes, I kick it for a sec

Get wreck, and double check, got to play with your select

Name is Dres, D-R-E-S, yes, I guess that it is

Ya gotta bag of Buddha well smoke a sess I'm the type of brother that the girls always select

It's not because they're out to come

It's 'cause they're out to come correct

I talk about a ho', because a ho' I know

And if you do the honey Tea

Then I guess too you would talk so

Play me not, if my phone book is bigger

Don't get hot 'cause I clock the fat figure Told ya I'm a singa got my finga on the trigga

'Cause everybody hates the fly nigga

Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic

If your best to play it down

Then you should walk faster

Don't give me a pound if you bust that in your hand

Play me out never 'cause I came to understand

Do it to, for a minute, I do for me too Push me up and I'll pull myself through

Watch my back and I'll watch my front

Got what I want, see ya hate to be ya

Got a nine, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two

Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do

Fightin' over cities how they're fightin' on my block

Over there is liberation, over here is for a rock

No not pop rock, no not pop rock Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

Do-do-after shock

Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin'

I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin'

But one thing I learned, yo roll and take it

Life is what you make it