Up 2 No Good

[Intro: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Microphone check one
Microphone check two
Microphone check three
Rab's in the house, won't you give it to me?

[Verse 1: Arabian Prince]
Back for the B.I.G., the osse [?]
You got a bitch in the cup, well fill it up
Yup, if you leave for too long, she's gone, she's mine
Smacking that ass, and im'ma save it for the next time
I get horny, get hard, I wanna get off
Tagging that bitch, until she feels that she's gotten tossed
Don't run to ask, I'll make the mind when I'm talking
If you ain't down with my crew, keep walking
Lyrical mind comes equipped as a hit-boom
And you gotta do is flip the switch, baby doll
Nothing ever changed in the mind of the old school
The new school rollin' the dice, sit yourself, fool
Waddup, waddup, what's up, you wanna be crew
Down with the Underworld, down with the doo-wa-ditties
I don't pities, if you can freak a-freak a hoochie
I got some with me, you wanna check her?

[Chorus: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the 40s in the cooler that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the hoochies in the back that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the bird in the sack that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Freaks in the back up to no good

[Bridge: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Microphone check one
Microphone check two
Microphone check three
Side Show's in the house, won't you give it to me?

[Verse 2: Side Show]
Boo-yaw y'all, boo-yaw, here I come, so
I really comes correct you, if you wanna know
Wrecking a mic with fitness, kickin' it is my business
I'll let you know slow, no reason to miss this
Gangsta peaks in lyrics, because I likes that
.380 in the glove to watch your back
'Cause if you don't, you go down, man
With a frown, man, to the ground, man
Uh, warn ya once, but I don't warn ya twice
I'll pull in fast, a lost faster than a minute rice
But I'm used to being cool
You're cool with me, fool, I'm cool with you
Yo, but it don't seem to work with my boys in blue
They like to jack you, till you're black and blue
But I'm real tired of that, so I'm stalkin'
Want to get in his back, and do [?]

[Chorus: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the 40s in the cooler that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the hoochies in the back that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the bird in the sack that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Freaks in the back up to no good

[Bridge: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Microphone check one
Microphone check two
Microphone check three
Rab's in the house, gimme Verse 3

[Verse 3: Arabian Prince]
Up to no good, I'm on a mission
And if you like big booty women, well I got some competition
For ya, hoes is hoes and freaks is freaks
I got them shaking their rump, booties that'll make your knees weak
I'm always thinkin' about the bozak
Smack it up, smack it up, yo I'm ready to attack
Anything in a skirt with a cute face
I don't care about race
Give it up, y'all!

[Outro: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Chill with me, chill with me (with me)
Bozak (oh), yea-hey, bozak, yeah
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey...
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey...
Ow, di-di-di, di-di-di, di-di-di...
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey...
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey...
On, and on, and on, and on...

[Chorus: Nanci Fletcher & Paula Brown]
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the 40s in the cooler that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the hoochies in the back that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Got the bird in the sack that'll make you feel good
Chill with me, and we'll make it understood
Freaks in the back up to no good