Skip To My Loot

Part 1 - tim dog: Check, check, check, me and my man Check, check, me and my man; Check, check, check, me and my man Check, check, me and my man; Check, check, check, me and my man Check, check, me and my man; Check, check, check, me and my man Yo, check my man, and then me.... Skip to my loot, hoo, my loot Is go to tha crip of my man make gangsta loot Hoo, my loot The nigga who's down with the hardcore monster crew (yo, who) - my loot Remember me and you was on the corner drinkin' some brew; (nigga who) - fuck you And you mom's do too, and your pop's, cause i got props Fuckin with dog call the cops Steppin to me, you about to get dropped Step, don't to the barber shop, get a chop Take a loot of the top - now wait a minute, stop; Hoe, you fuckin with my headline Nigga whats on ya mind? I'm the bad namma jamma, the bad mamma jamma The biggidddy biggiddy biggidddy - (yo fool, you rhymin like) Oh shit, yeah, rated x, i like to get sex, speakin' of sex; Bang, boom singer, i'm the humpdinger Hit mo skins than an r 'n b singer Straight out, i'm lyricly equipped to wreck; Smooth b. get on the mic, you gotta mic check Part 2 - smooth b.: Oh shit; Smooth b. once again livin' lovely Huh, and ever be no other above me; Rollin' with the dog, on some ol' bronx shit Money, bitches, jewels noir quit Huh, i might start blushin' I got a bus load of cuties, philly to flush in; I strive to keep bang, yo And if i ain't got my nine, i got my shank; Stay out the trouble, if it's black on black,'couse thats wack So brother ease back; But also i know, the worse devil is a black Devil on a 'nother level, labeled as a nigga; Tryin to live bigger, don't make me pull the trigger; Huh, i'm from the ghetto, i'm not for settle; And even with a haume or a vest, you get wet-oh Part 3 - tim dog: We got the mack, pack, ready to attack Punks with no skills gettin' jacked; Yeah, so bring ya sloppy crew; I had bitch niggas runnin' from my motherfuckin' 22 You tryin to front on my man Its gonna be hard, cause you fuckin with guard We come equipped, and should to give Smooth grab the mic, had a light to spliff Part 4 - smooth b.: Yo, yo, when i was 10 My brother came home from calm stop Told me how to box and knock niggas out the sox; I the smooth, never since, that's why i don't flinch And suckers are ments that imma black man And that makes me super Smooth b., tim dog the bronx troopers We live life on the peacefull But if a sucker violace, believe crews to see full Piece by piece, you, one high these, too Raps from bronx continly stomp any crew Lyricly i'm live, cause 'em swift Pass the jelause on the spliff, cause i supply the rap gift Uh, i got the styles strapped off; Any later, perfetraitors can just break north Part 5 - tim dog: Ryhtm is fast, never lastin' My hoe's for my money, so i'm whippin' on assin', boom bashin'; Do never try to front on my loot, bitch you think you cute, hit my brew; I kick a mudhole in ya ass, for fuckin with my cash; Bitch you understand, hit my motherfuckin' man Part 6 - smooth b.: Oh yeah, smooth b. on the mic do a workin' At the stop, is high to flurkin', one thing's fo surkin' I make you weak, where the type met a skirkin' She might bend over Show me your cat and the dog comes over Part 7 - tim dog: I'm gonna getcha, you never was a witcher Hit ya, slip ya, you then i'm gone a ditcher You been had by a crew And all we gotta say is skip to my loot Chorus: Skip to my loot, hoo hoo hoo, skip to my loot; Skip to my loot, hoo hoo hoo, skip to my loot; Skip to my loot, hoo hoo hoo, skip to my loot