(featuring treach, craig mack, busta rhymes, & method man)



*warning: this song contains profanity.*



Treach:

Hey boo!

Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender

From last september you let me enter the center

So we went through the winter?

Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve

Now you think that you get robbed, if you're givin bod

Well i'm stickin to the kitten cause it's hittin'

The only way i be splittin' if you pick it for money and trick it

You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick

So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss

It's the mother number one the phunky phillified

The chilly side, boyz ii men and women with the illy vibe

So until it's 9090

Just vibe with me and smile like your, wife behind me





Too high to get over (yeah yeah)

Too low to get under (yeah yeah)

Too high to get over (yeah yeah)

Too low to get under...

...army with harmony





Chorus:

We're just, vibin

Groovin, vibin

We're just, vibin

Groovin, vibin





Craig mack (puff daddy in the background):

[that's right]

Just move it on down

And you came to feel the flav [bad boy, bad boy]

Haa! we just vibe to the beat [that's right]

The mackalicious funk flav [gotta get the cash]

Ah one two y'all! [gotta get, gotta get the dough]





Craig mack's got a lot in store for mc's so please listen

Fake rappers stop booin and hissin

My shit's the bomb, like nitroglycerin

Electrifying, if i said i wasn't i'd be lying

On the fader, from here to grenada

Dope demonstrater creator of the force like hey darth vader

You imitator, i'm greater than your data

Mc's run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later

I'm the, wisdom-mystical

Hyper-scientifical

Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take a miracle

To lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip

Rhymes to flip, hercules ain't got a tighter grip

Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? well have a seat

Grab a spoon, taste some defeat

I shake mc's down directly to the ground

Boyz ii men make the world go round





Chorus (repeats twice)



Busta rhymes:

How ya feel?

Party people, how ya feel?

Let me know if everything remains real!

Word up! tell me how ya feel!

I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel

So that everything's alright

Word is bond! busta rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind

Flip mode y'all, yo





Whoooo! that music feel my cool breeze

Make you bang your head from hear to overseas, now!

You feel the charge that we be generatin, conversatin'

Always get taken by vibes that be penetratin

I make you feel the sensation like we come into

The last days of revelation, sometimes that's how we be vibin'

Yes i'm gonna keep you smilin'

Hit you then i take you on a ride just like coney island

One two three it's simply you and me

While you listen i mc

Blow your mind and make you really want to par-ty

Ohh ohh! take those bars and keep 'em swingin'

Ohh! sometimes it makes me want to start singin'

But i keep on bringing...

...and swinging you better believe i keep your bells ringing

Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall

With boyz ii men we bring the universal vibe y'all!





Chorus (repeats twice)



Bring the universal vibe y'all

One time, flip mode is forever

Y'all get down and feel my thing

Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing

One time while i get on





Method man:

Here come that real rap shit

Criminology, yeah

I mentally stab your brain with the pain

While other brothers spit mad game i spit flames

You know my fuckin name, write joints with mary j.

Johnny blaze get methed right because it pays

Life insurance indeed as we proceed

To give the track menstraul cramps until it bleeds

Who the bad guy? it's i, the chinky eye

Knotty-head, rugged mc, from n.y.

City, my whole rap committee get busy

My roots date back to kizzy, now ask who is he?

Lady sings the blues then, i take it as a gem

That's able to raise boyz ii men

A thousand, young black kids from out the housing

Projects, ready to catch wreck, ticallion

The center of attraction, guaranteed satisfaction

Stop the yappin' make it happen baby




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