With The Fam

[Intro] With the fam Ok Yeah Squizzy South Bronx Where we at Oslo Ok [Verse 1: Diamond D] Check it The all knowing, all glowing Surf with the globe been jets all Boeing For the drop I got a fetish I get a rush when my hands touch the lettuce We Big Macs, special orders don't upset us Ladies treat us like chinchillas and pet us Don't matter what continent or hemisphere I speak precise you understand when it's clear The macaroni I smack a phony Back a homie ex's come back to bomie Mean swagging jeans sagging Lean bragging in that Q5 mean wagon Dead wrong I'm head strong Fuck with diam's we like to get hating long So baby see me after the show Or stay put if you after the dough You know [Hook: Devin The Dude] If you see me in the club you know The police gonna spot my shine If you see me in the streets yo A nigga's all about my crime If you see me anywhere at all You know I'm just trying to get by With The Fam [Verse 2: Tommy Tee] A short motherfucker, and large motherfuckers We grown men your moms wanna fuck us Puff on the keys go nuts on the beats So sweet getting puff from the police Kicks are stole these snares I bought'em Don't ask for beats if you can't afford 'em Dude I'm on 'em heading for the big checks With a couple of big hits you know how that shit gets Bangin on the mac put my bangers on the map The plaque's hanging in the back, Studio is dirty Maybe cause of the fact I never kept clean in that shit since I was thirty It's Tee and the band Sugarhill and the Gang, (With the fam) Just me and the fam It's Tee and the band Sugarhill and the Gang Wifey in the back, (With the fam) Just me and the fam [Hook: Devin The Dude] (x2) If you see me in the studio With The Fam If you see me in the studio With The Fam If you see me in the studio With The Fam If you see me in the studio With The Fam