Yo I'm from de La, tella-
vision had ya tunin to my ??
Microphone ta mobile
hold the mic to show
while I be just day dreamin
drop like, 9 months
And rock from backyard to fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life? We got sidewalks to walk,
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash,
hang like Parachutes, I've been floatin for years
she went from rappin in cars, to rappin careers
1 deer 2 deer I got gifts like Santa
go from NY to DC and down to Atlanta
make ya fly like propellas we beat it down in the cellar
I guess ya call it the basement, cause that's where all the bass went
Homie turn it up a notch, old skool like ed koch
toss my foot up in the air
And grab my crotch
michael, keep the music on a cycle
so we can finish up the flow in ya fro
(word up word up)

This is called frozen style
shatta your teeth style
freeze like the arctic style ya'll

C'mon check it out
From the P to the O to the S (S)
know the pinpoint of flow to the chest (chest)
so wear ya vest (vest)
nibble the thighs and the breasts on Vanessa
I had to sneak it cause my ma's kept me under pressure
now as the sun appears to rise and set
some cats live for the hood cause that's as good as it gets
but my plot is much thicker, I'm movin much quicker
360 miles to the PH
so I'm balanced - not a fella to fall
connectin the dots
I got 2 propellers in all
went from ghetto, to the Meadow
seen all degrees of hot and froze when I was not
like Lot my lady threw salt in the game
invested cheese in the mouse
who since walked into fame
now ya hear my name bein screamed on the ride of life
it's too late to get off (to get off)
We in the house ya'll (ya'll)
We in the house ya'll (ya'll)
We about to get evicted
pay no lights not liquids
the bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid
'cause we partied to much, but that's my families trade
invited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed
>they tried to silence our shit
but we just pushed up the fade
sat back charged a $, head and got paid, and called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard played
[talking in background]
Keep it funky with the Propellerheads ya'll

Now listen
ya see I'm here to usher in the pain with no relief
but still get the "Great Scots are you a thief? Seems like ya got a mouth full of gold..." Records
sorry for that platinum plaques soon to come
'till then propeller got me workin the drum
For a (fee)
so know the fi
lookin for the fumble (oh)
I heard ya wanna rumble on the mic so check it out
how ya want it I got it

Lyrics submitted by TacticalElite, edited by Stickmann

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