What It's All About - Girl Talk

Busta Rhymes up in the place true indeed

Yes I catch wreck and that’s word on my seed

I guarantee to give you what you need

One blood everybody like Junior Reid

Wake up every morning yo I must up seed

Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede

Yo really let me roll some weed

Mad charged nigga now I must proceed

Yo we 'bout to make you set speed

Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed

Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed

Body blow bustin' your shit making you bleed

Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed

Need more information homeboy then just read

Ay-Ya!

you can read all about the pure breed

Do the bogle dance I’ll do the pepperseed

Hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh!)

Hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh!)

(Woo-hah! I got you all in check!)

Naa, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-naa

(Woo-hah! I got you all in check!)

Naa, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-naa

(Woo-hah! I got you all in check!)

Drop and gimme 50, drop and gimme 50

Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk

Drop and gimme 50, drop and gimme 50

Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk

Drop and gimme 50, drop and gimme 50

Drop and gimme 50, girl, drop and gimme 50

(Low End Theory tape, bass, bass crazy kicking)

Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk

(Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can’t find it

(Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you’ve been blinded

(Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can’t find it

(Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you’ve been blinded

Open up your morning light

And say a little prayer for I

You know that if we are to stay alive

And see the peace in every eye

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side

Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands

Moms bounced on old men

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose

Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot

And let’s start it like this son, rollin wit this one

And that one, pullin out gats for fun

But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend

Started smokin woolies at 16

And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes

Makin' my way on fire escapes

No question I would speed, for cracks and weed

The combination made my eyes bleed

No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all

Stickin' up white boys on ball courts

Forever, forever, forever-ever, forever-ever!

You went to school to learn, girl

Things you never, never knew before

Like I before e except after c

And why 2 plus 2 makes four

Now now now, Im gonna teach you

All about love, dear

Sit yourself down, take a seat

All you gotta do is repeat after me

Come on, come one, come on

Let me show you what its all about!

Come on, come one, come on

Let me show you what its all about!

Come on, come one, come on

Let me show you what its all about!

Come on, come one, come on

Let me show you what its all about!