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
