[Intro: Jazzy Joyce]
Ah yeah
Whole world
MCs
Who's slick?
[Chorus: Doodlebug, Jazzy Joyce, (sample)]
We lounge, stay phat, notice our G limp
Our natural flair, with our fresh-ass hair
Style baggy, out, clout, slick
Creamy and fresh, East Coast to West
Brooklyn ("Making money")
Uptown ("Making money")
To the Universal fam ("Making money")
Old school MCs ("Making money")
[Butterfly]
I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year
Myrtle Ave, A-train, got the pick in my hair
And what? Sixteen joints later, still lounge
Fresh, from Flatbush in my baggy boosted Guess
Style is type ease, busted cami fatigues
50,000 leagues of Black, so wha'sshup?
Can we avenue slide, player style, ghetto walk
To the East, son, wow – Crooklyn, New York
Creamy kids yell Smith and Wesson when I'm blessing
The angular slang blow spots, bang—eleven
Hanging like bats, 'cause the 12-inch wax say "Scorpio"
And my hair say "'fro"
And my blood say "bro"
My clique say "Aiyyo"
Make sparks from the barrel, mental pistol
To the depths I dive, seems lunar like aqua
The cool blast mega, we black, we wildflowers
Scott La Rock had 'em all, I gots to ball
And roll with little Panthers through these project halls
The three-color flag can't hold my baggy sag
7-1-8 to Omega
Black motion is ocean style
Slick in my ways since days of deep classics
Now glamor boys want to be triple phatted
But I'm slicker this year
I'm slicker this year
[Bridge: Doodlebug & Butterfly]
East born beast, cann'noid's on
Lovely, all over the city
In your tape deck, blasting
7R's in their phat fly sneakers
And they camouflage
[Refrain: Ladybug Mecca, sample]
To the Hip-Hop nation – "Making money"
To the mixtape crew – "Making money"
To the West Coast – "Making money"
To the Boogie Down Bronx – "Making money"
[Verse 2: Doodlebug]
I was raised in the ways of the Manchu Clan
In five elements posture, take a B-boy stance
With the gold front shining, baggy pants sagging
This Brooklyn styling got the fly girls smiling
But I'm climbing, finding new ways of rhyming
Not living like a star, it's strictly 'bout surviving
Diving, deep into the grooves of the ghetto
This downtown flavor shines from many angles
Yes, the notorious, with rhymes so glorious
The Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious
Rappers be boring us, with rhymes so conventional
Dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional
Lyrical skills of the insect in motion
Coasting down Fulton with a bag of magic potion
Now I'm rolling with the Seven And The Crescents
Puffing some expression
Manifesting today's lessons
Stressing the fact that I'm solar, guaranteed to go far
'Cause the mind is interstellar
Still peace like that, so have no fear
But I'm slicker this year
I'm slicker this year
[Refrain: Ladybug Mecca]
To the queens everywhere – "Making money"
To the whole S.I. – "Making money"
To the lumpen mass – "Making money"
Don't forget about your peeps when ya... "Making money"
[Verse 3: Ladybug Mecca]
Now you see that I'm 68 inches above sea level
93 million miles above these devils
Play me in the winter
Play me in the summer
Play me in the autumn
Any order
You want 'em I got 'em, dripping like water
Catch me at a hot spot with the dust daughters
We bouncing, moving within the true circles
We played you, made you change, straight New York'ed you
We stratify our wealth from my Luchi in the bank
There's love amongst the ranks
Now, I'm a–bout to beep my homegirl
'Cause we be alike
A-alike, see alike, let's G alike
[Outro: Ladybug Mecca, Jazzy Joyce]
Jazzy Joyce – on the wheels
Jazzy Joyce – no one smoother
Jazzy Joyce – phatter than a '94 Land Cruiser
Where you from? The Bronx, representing like whatever, pa!
Cool, are you slicker this year? Yeah – watch
