歌手:DJ Clue?
专辑:《The Professional》

作词 : Adrian Belew/Mase/Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro/Harry Wayne Casey/Richard Finch/Tina Weymouth/Chris Frantz/J. Jackson/Ernesto Shaw/Inga D. Marchand/Stephen Stanley
作曲 : Adrian Belew/Mase/Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro/Harry Wayne Casey/Richard Finch/Tina Weymouth/Chris Frantz/J. Jackson/Ernesto Shaw/Inga D. Marchand/Stephen Stanley
(mase)
I thought duro was an old man before i met her
Check this out right, this is me m-a dollar sign e (c'mon, c'mon)
Thorough,too throrough, harlem world be the burough
Cool 'da love up above (that's right)
Can't forget my family (who 'dat be) cardan & kfc
Blinky blink & d- r- e
(uh-huh) (uh-huh)
Cluemanati, we like it (uh-huh)
Mase too smooth, call me debonair
Hits every year, so shake your derriere (c'mon)
Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
What a brother, too black, me living here
We don't stare, i don't care, i'm know i'm there
Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb
And if you get mase strung, that'll be no pre-num
Ever since big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, i'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, i know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see cam the freak
Mase never the the ***** to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
Living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, i be o-t,low -key
Icy roli, smoke a o-z
I'm a baby face *****, without no goatee
And i'm 2.8 and about to blow 3
(mase) fabulous sport
Chorus: now that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh), we like it (uh-huh,uh-huh),
That's the way (uh-huh,uh -huh) we like it　3x
(fabolous)
Now you can tell i blew, push the 740 l-i through
Eyes low, from the l-i-q
If you was hot, you'd be going through the cell i do
Give alias to any female, i screw
One running with fabolous,who knew as well as i do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before i hit the tens, i'm getting bailed by crew
Be back downtown,bagging chicks at l-i-u
Cause money ain't a thing no more, i use to sling the raw
Now i'm off in spring to tour, in singapore
Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low
And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe
We the ****** that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, i be throwing clinks on
And be loving the *****es, we be throwing drinks on
Chorus 3x
(foxy)
Did you know that i, simply got these cats where i want 'em and...
(uh) see the 6 then i want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that i slide 'em with something i could freak with
And do that freak ****
And i'm stepping in hotter, like don dada
Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada
Make you never wanna flash your ****
Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your ****
If do find me,then i will crash your ****
If you think you was a'ight, i will blast your ****
Ya know me, chick that ride the **** slowly
Use to be o-t, now i'm 2.3 (uh)
Same ***** that ya'll loving to hate
Be that same chick, that you praying will fake
And i solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
Ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)**** you think this is?
If you broke, then i be off, do mine, ski off
And, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
Or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my ****
Oh yeah, it's not a game, i do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range
Chorus 3 x