letra de you know what it iz - frank calhoune
[intro: frank calhoune & infa red]
and, you know what it iz (uh)!
uh, uh; huh
[hook: infa red]
ooh, rollin’ off tha meter; b-tch, i’mma dawg
neighborhood hero; don’t f-ck wit y’all
y’all not my equal; claim to be gang
but b-tch, you ain’t my people
but, if you wanna slide, you know what it iz
but, if you come outside, we give yo azz tha biz
my young ready to ride; put one in yo rib
and, whoeva outside, they gon get they ass zipped; fa’real!
[verse 1: infa red]
ooh, rollin’ off tha meter; b-tch, i’mma dawg (huh)
neighborhood hero (yeah); don’t f-ck wit y’all (uh-uh)
y’all not my equal (b-tch); claim to be gang but b-tch, you ain’t my people
i come through with tha gang; got that boy nervous
n-gga say he slidin’; what happened to ya purpose (what happened)?
n-ggas know my name; tha infa red’ll murda you
n-gga say he gangsta (gangsta) but he gon have ta show it (waddup?); yeah
b-tch, i’m a cold-blooded lion (cold-blooded); don’t think i’m stuntin’, i’m somethin’ like a lion (huh)
i got so many spots (huh); i’m somethin’ like a cheetah
i’ll walk yo azz down wit this big-ole black nina
[hook: infa red]
but, if you wanna slide, you know what it iz
but, if you come outside, we give yo azz tha biz
my young ready to ride; put one in yo rib
and, whoeva outside, they gon get they ass zipped; fa’real!
[verse 2: frank calhoune]
mane, i know what it iz; i be feelin’ ducked-off, huh!
got me in da trenches wit li’ infa, feelin’ mucked-off!
and, i know what it do, when i’m comin’ wit my crew, huh!
preachin’ out da blues, when i’m drummin’ out da rules!
mane, i know what it be; freshest clothes on me, huh!
catchin’ wit a fee; precious goals i need!
and, i know what it sound, when i’m shmokin’ on da pound, huh!
flyin’ inbound, outbound, thru da town!
mane, i know what it read, when i hit ’em wit da facts, huh!
waves be infrared, wit infa red, all on wax!
and, i know what it need, when i get ’em out dey greed, huh!
crankin’ up da speed, drippin’ on ’em like i bleed!
[hook: infa red]
ooh, rollin’ off tha meter; b-tch, i’mma dawg
neighborhood hero; don’t f-ck wit y’all
y’all not my equal; claim to be gang
but b-tch, you ain’t my people
but, if you wanna slide, you know what it iz
but, if you come outside, we give yo azz tha biz
my young ready to ride; put one in yo rib
and, whoeva outside, they gon get they ass zipped; fa’real!
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