[Intro: Teddy Riley]
Y'all thought we was jokin', huh?
Beat is bomp
That's right, yeah
That beat is bomp, bomp, bomp
Bomp, bomp, yeah, uh-huh
It's the G, yo
Uh-huh, uh, yo
[Verse 1: Brett & Teddy Riley]
Ayo, everybody, can I have your attention? I got somethin' to say
Y'all lame-ass small-change cats, hunt y'all like prey
Bring it to ya raw, no-cut, flow nuts like cashews
And yo' comments, keep 'em to yourself, nobody asked you
If I had to I'd throw somethin' hot at you that'll leave you cold
C'mon, dawg, that ain't platinum, you dipped it in white gold
Come between anythin' I love, surely you stop breathin'
And y'all thought God was out the game, but sorry, you're not leavin'
You won't believe me 'til you see my name in a star, carved in pavement
Y'all think this hard? Well, wait 'til I go up in the basement
I'ma tell you this once, f*** sayin' it twice
I inhale cold, exhale blow and turn it to ice
Your time short, honestly, I'm tired of hearin' y'all frontin'
Guy-2K featuring Brett watch out, we comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
[Chorus: Guy & Teddy Riley]
We got it locked
And we got the beats that'll rock, you're not (Yeah)
You better be careful not to blow your spot (Uh-huh)
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot (Watch out)
'Cause we're comin'
We're from the streets, from the heart of the wood (Ah)
Straight to the beach, talk **** (Yeah)
You better watch your speech (Yeah)
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet (Uh-huh)
'Cause we're comin'
[Verse 2: Guy & Teddy Riley]
We're comin'
Competition is not (Uh), all you wanna-be cats get to runnin' (Cats get to runnin')
I'm slick with it, pour it to hot one (Uh-huh)
Drop and blow your spot
Do you think you can beat me?
You counterfeit, and you can't handle the way (Yeah)
Now you wanna drop a remix, it's a little too late (Uh-huh)
Tryna cop my style, it won't work, stupid *****
Put down the mic before you get your **** bent up (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus: Guy & Teddy Riley]
We got it locked (Yeah)
And we got the beats that'll rock, you're not (Uh-huh)
You better be careful not to blow your spot (No doubt)
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot (Uh)
'Cause we're comin'
We're from the streets (That's right), from the heart of the wood (Uh)
Straight to the beach, talk ****
You better watch your speech (Uh-huh)
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet (Uh)
'Cause we're comin' (Uh, uh)
[Verse 3: Guy & Teddy Riley]
We're back on top (Ah)
You better run for cover 'cause we can't be stopped (Stopped)
Keep poppin' **** money, you just might get dropped (Dropped, ssh)
'Cause you didn't know we got that **** on lock
We keep on, we comin' (Yeah)
So don't think **** is sweet
I'm 'bout to drop another million by the end of the week
You can't stop it (Yeah), might as well run and cop it
You ***** *** ****** can't flock it, we
[Chorus: Guy & Teddy Riley]
We got it locked (Yeah)
And we got the beats that'll rock, you're not (We're comin', uh-huh)
You better be careful not to blow your spot (We're comin', uh)
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot (We're comin', we're comin')
'Cause we're comin'
We're from the streets (Yeah), from the heart of the wood (We're comin', uh)
Straight to the beach, talk **** (We're comin')
You better watch your speech (Uh-huh)
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet (We're comin')
'Cause we're comin'
[Outro: Teddy Riley]
It was y'all who thought it was a joke
I wasn't lyin'
We’re Comin’ was written by Eric Williams & Teddy Riley & Wesley Hogges.
We’re Comin’ was produced by Teddy Riley.
Guy released We’re Comin’ on Tue Jan 25 2000.