Sleepwalkin' II / Shout Outs

Baby, what's up? At the venue, you said it was on Oh, you mean you was rubbin' and huggin' all on me So I could come up here and listen to your demo tape? Oh shit Yo, bust this Either you're shucky or fucky Or I'ma blow the whistle, save your rappin' for shit fashion Get rowdy or you're Audi Wanted to rub my body but then you wouldn't slob me And you can try sittin' in a lobby for a hobby Sloppy far from fruity, lackin' in the booty A cutie with the cooties said he took me for a groupie But your shoes are over here, and your coat is over there You want a hit plus souvenir? Ooh, my dear, do your hair Single Sagittarian for one night seduction So I'm the wrong nigga to be huggin' for production Now I'm a go to sleep with my Moby Dick stiff So leave now or leave with a rubber on your lip Ha ha, yeah, Sleepwalkin' II For all the fly who want you to believe what they say But when it comes down to it they don't really wanna play Ayo Vin, what try to hear 'bout that day Like my man Scoop Lover said, "If you ain't humpin' you got to go" Ayo Treach, what about that cutie who tried to play you just to get up in your room and stare at the wallpaper?! If you didn't wanna stay and play that's all how you had to say Then the funky drummer Kendu coulda left you at the venue I wanted to get in you, spin you, bend you You said fuck strippin' in the limo and slipped in your demo, then you Step into the room, look at my boombox And drop your little slip-slop flip-flop tape Bitch, stop Not if you ain't gettin' that shit knocked Any beat whore takes a detour Oh, look at honey-dip! Lookin' for a chubby dick Better yet a buddy with a label or his money thick I heard you would suck it for a budget Lay a Pringle for a single, dick-for-demos then you dub it Truth and consequence get private for a beat If you're lying to my sheets, I'm settin' fire to your feet Cuts are rough with the upper jab, plenty kids remember Mother Goose Oh! I motherfucked her! Yeah, way to fuck it up, Treach But right about now, I want to turn the mic over to my boys Rottin Razkals, Chap and Fam, c'mon on in I wanna say what's up to my man Cliff Dog you know what I'm saying? Captain Bilal, you know what I'm saying? Brothers in the black market you know what I'm saying? Yo, I wanna give a shout to out all my rude boys in Canada London, Jamaica, Trinidad Bermuda, and the Bahamas I wanna say what's up to 125th Street, Uptown, PE And my man Apache, and funk master Flex What I wanna say is what's up to my man Silver Dee You know what I'm saying? and the crew uptown You know what I'm saying? (Word up) And right about now, Kay I want you to flip the track to some old different smooth shit (Word up) Nineteen naughty 2 and we out Yo I'ma smooth this beat out for the brothers locked down In Bordentown, you know what I'm sayin' And my man Ski Huh, what's up boy? Down there too Gotta say what's up to Rahway prison, my man dog down there Gotta chance to chill with them and my man (They all dedicated to the streets!) Let's tip-toe over Northern State where my man Fat Mike, and Shareef Newark County Jail, go down there and holler at a couple of the homies Let's take it over to Annandale, Yardville, Rikers Island, Trenton State My man Tyrone Rush down there, Ali (What up, what up) Huh, my man Terry Tariq (Terry Tariq in the house) Let's take it to us, the 118th Street Posse, you know what I'm saying? (Aww, yeah!) Got my man Dog in the house The one Mook Bad is in the house, huh (Mook!) My little brother face and Little Gene Gotta say what's up to the one Pooh Chap Steven Forty-Ounce, world war, and black ave Got Kerry Hammer, in the house too Gotta say what's up to the boy Omar from down the block, what up (Blackjack!) Original rude boy Dex, clip it up for Vin house Gonna step across the street to my man, rest in peace, Frank Bennett, huh His little brother Meatball's in here too Word But let's take it over to Queens to my man, Anthony, Gerald And the whole Sutphin Boulevard posse, the boys Black Sheep, huh Big F in the house We gotta say what's up to the diggity Das-EFX (Word is bond) My boys De La Soul's in here too, thanks for bringing us out for our first big show (Good lookin' out) word up (Yeah, we appreciate it) (Good lookin' out) word up (Yeah, we appreciate it) Let's take it around the way to the boys in Grove Street 15th Street's in the house, 4th Ave, huh (Look at Mel, Melle Mel) Respect due to the boys standing right next to me, the Rottin Razkals Fam and Chap's in here The little kid Malik from Holly Hill, South Carolina's in here, what up Gotta say what's up to little city The whole Newark, Irvington, Uptown, Downtown, Bronx Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island (Everywhere) (So on, so on, so on) We got Aphrodite and my man Will in here Respect due to the one Tobias, what's up, haha Step to the Flavor Unit, to my man Shakim Respect due to the one Queen Latifah, rest in peace Lance, huh Gotta say what's up to my boy and longtime friend, Big Tuff, he's in the house Shakim, Lakim, Apache, D-Nice and his boys, Nicky D and Mandy, Rebecca, the SID My man J-Scratch and his girl Bridget, Latee, Paul, Brandy, Jane, Kendall and AD, what's up (The whole Flavor Unit goddamnit) I gotta say what's up to Ms. Owens and Ms. Shirley Bell, what's up (How y'all doin'?) And the one respect due to you, girl Can't forget you, huh Gotta say what's up to and the overweight lover Heavy D, good lookin' out man (Appreciate you, good lookin' out) And we gonna step on over to MTV to Fab 5 Freddy, the one Ed Lover, T-Money And Doctor Dre, good lookin' out yo Gotta say what's up to Clark Kent, Kid Capri, Red Alert DJ Mario from the, what's up Good lookin' out Rest in peace Try to say what's up to the diehard boys and the girls and Keisha Our lawyer, Stu Levy, Special K, Teddy Ted, DNA Dave Bellocchio still on the keys Angie, assistant Robin Take it to the families, we got Mama Smurf in here, you know what I'm sayin' Family, Jackie and the fam from down the block Sharon Brown and Rich, huh And the whole Brown family, stop sleepin' on us Rich (You need a pillowcase? You need a pillowcase?) Word up We gotta say what's up to Tarik, Malik My man Lou Brown (Lou Brown) Justice from Ill Will, Zach and 5, what up homie? My man Little Earl from Hofstra Fat Wise and the Lefrak posse Black Rob The whole group, Love Gotta say what's up to the he's in the house, what's up The twins, Keith and Kevin My man Dirty OT, Suave Marv And yo, peace to all the cruddy niggas In all the hoods across the country, huh 'Cause I like cruddy niggas, out (I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know right now)