Mammy zammy damn there's nothin to me
But when they rock us in the streets we say "Ooo we"
You see the freak in the beat she do me
I hit that mitty bitty wit the sticky ooo we gooy
I got more funk in my left in my left pinky toe
I got more soul in my style
I got more rhythm than I'll ever need to show
We got them groceries bro
I got the flow so let the Luni man take over
If ya lost, then picture gold
I heard styles that others stole
But it's no original flow
Like the Luniz an the man wit the nose.
Notice my flows kick like a loaded Mac-11
Ghetto heavy, could climb wit mo "Good Times" than James Devin
Meanin you critize Tupac for
Homies in the hood, we strap Rugers an "We Got More".
'Cause here we go-e-o-we-oh.
A lil sumpthin to roll to
Hold you, from the O-we-O-we-O.
I got that Voodoo runnin through my veins
I smoothie through the menu then I make my order
So if ya 'noid hide yo daughter
The love ya givin is based on what I do for you
For the right amount of money you probably let me ??? you
I like to glide up in it, but I got my pride
Don't second guess yo man 'cause he got more.
Studio gangstas want to battle, well let's battle
They plastic ass get put under ground wit the fragments.
Snaggle tooth rhymers wit no flavor
Then move away so they won't be called haters.
The "O" is too unfadeable.
You slide through the door 'cause "We Got More".
'Cause here we go-e-o-we-oh.
A lil sumpthin to roll to
WRITERS
JEROLD D JR. ELLIS, GARRICK HUSBAND, GARRICK HUSBANDS, GREGORY JACOBS