feat. Guru, O.C., Party Arty

[Guru]

Turn it up..



[DJ Premier scratches]

"Pack ya whole crew"

"I bring it to ya live" "One hundred percent"

"I bring it to ya live" "Pack ya whole crew"

"I bring it to ya live"



[Verse One: Guru]

Yo, excuse you for not knowing, we always been spot blowin

You kick rhymes, but you're not flowing

You think you shine, you're not glowing

Where we're headed you're NOT going

Tell your girl she needs to stop hoein

Heard she got caught showing, her naked ass for no cash

Loves to blow dick, word to Rick, she's low-class

But getting back to you, you ain't macking dude

With ya cellophane game, you can catch a smack too

With ya fake eye smug, you ain't a thug, fuck ya attitude

Best show the Guru and his Fam some gratitude

You mad at me, I'm mad at you

You hate on me, I laugh at you

I'm warning dog, on it, tell my homeboys to clap at you

Niggaz tried to murder me for a wristwatch

Rap shit ain't no comedy, word to Chris Rock

Niggaz'll stair like queers for years

'Cause when I spit tight, you get rocked

Word to Jimi Hendrix, it's weed scented



[Hook: Party Arty]

It's so dirty they can't believe that we did it

It's weed scented, get the dutch and put some trees in it

Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it

Spit a verse, pass the mic..



[Verse Two: O.C.]

.. yo, let me hit it

I got the beat like a dutch, fill it with something sticky

Perceed gettin bend at the same time getting busy

Chocolate flows, spark the dro, Mary Jane make the eyes low

Cheech and Chong, hit the bong, many colors 'spond with phenomenon

Shit is G.D.: A.G., Party and D-Flow the don

Nigga it's on we 'bout to form