What U Got - Prince Paul, Breeze

Yeah, but he didn’t flip it like this though

Yo you know what you got to do though?

You got to set this motherfuckin track on fire though man

No doubt man, this is me, I’m sayin (a-ight)

You know?

Yo, so yo yo yo, let me Let me feel this shit, and see what you gon’do with it Oh!

Aight yo, bust it, aiyyo

I’ma freak it like, yaknahmsayin?

Kinda like how he started it, but bust it yo, bust it Ruff, rugged, and real, you love it, or feel

the shove of the steel in your ass, then at last

respect for certain, your neck was certain from the mic movements

Shit aroused, they be like, «You got a groovin hittin sound»

Casey Kasem, callin a truce, but fuck that

You crazy?

Blaze him, slaughterin you with love taps

Well no prob the flow robbed you and your world

like when your girl’s just my pal, bust my style

On my grill, sportin the illest bizarre smirk

I gave your girl some chloraseptic, cause yo she’s a hard worker

You scarred her, but you ain’t tryin to tangle with the force of yellin, «Yo fuck you lookin at?"You're frontin like you crosseyed

Of course, why, you like breathin;

with aggression

I strike, leavin this a question — in a session

comparison B, you’re through, the ratio for workin shit

embarassin — me to you, fellatio to jerkin it (*Sha laughing*)

No doubt, like that YOU KNOW?

(Yeah yeah!)

Then I’ma freak it, I’ma have this, yo

I’ma have this girl singin — «You wanna be startin"(Word?!)

like that joint, y’know, Michael word (Yeah!)

Yo, she she look like Mary with big tittes (Mmm, dang!)

That’s my word yo Yo Big, that’s what I’m sayin

So yo you feelin this joint?

Yeah I’m feelin this shit

You don’t sound enthused yo, what’s the deal?

Yo yo no I’m feelin this shit man!

Whassup lace your man lemme just hear how your joint sound

Yo you know I don’t do that shit no more son

C’mon son, this is me, your man

Yeah alright aight fuckit, for you I’ma do it (Aight no doubt)

Knahmsayin?

Start up a little somethin like (yeah)

I have sound waves, that’ll touch you in many places

While I 'rase your faces, even number traces in some places

Above Jordan, the list of the twisted

My mind’s enlisted, I guess that’s why I’m sadistic

Cause you don’t know the shit you been startin

My heart done heartened, ready to put the WORLD on a milk carton

Fuckit, no one else deserve to live

I done gave all I got to give and still ain’t got shit (What?)

So who mad?

You grab and ransom

And I’ma pierce his soul and touch the heart of his grandson (oh shit!)

Cause my lyrics are like being food poisonin injected through the ear

Fuck what you heard, this is what you need to hear

KnowhatI’msayin?

A little somethin like that

What?!

Yo you still got it old-timer!

Yo good lookin, good lookin new-school

You know my stee', but you got it!

Word, no doubt

Yeah-hhh, aiyyo, yo aiyyo son

Yo 'po-nine (dang)

Yo son behind you, yo slow down son

Slow down son.