Lyrics
Y all know it, to the studio, say it wit me now
We can jam all night, now see i like it like that
Hold on watch this, little badu and little pimpin Badu, uh pimpism say
Whatsup tita come on, back door spit wit ya
everybody feelin it
With the crickets in the back, so all the b-boys and all the b-girls
hey south dallas
hey south dallas
Everybody give me something now, bring a sack, uh what ya wanna do
So all the b-boys and all the b-girls, number one and two
Sophisticated gangsterism, well i ma sing you a song
well i ma sing you a song
Uh watch this, hey south dallas Badu, now i wanna know if you wanna go
uh b-boys and b-girls now say
uh what ya wanna do
Everybody give me something now, but i m cool wit that, i got the paper stack
To make the rain come down, don t make me mad, so all the b-boys and all the b-girls
See don t be scared cuz its just a little something called, well i ma sing you a song, y all know it
Now i wanna know if you wanna go, bring a sack, everybody feelin it
To make the rain come down, uh watch this, uh pimpism say
don t make me mad
Piccolo plays a tune, y all know it, that s great
Uh what ya wanna do, and the pimped-out track
i got the paper stack
To make the rain come down, got the studio locked down all night long
To the studio, i got the paper stack, uh watch this
uh pimpism say
Back door spit wit ya, bust a rhyme or two, with the crickets in the back
with the crickets in the back
Got the studio locked down all night long, now see i like it like that
back door spit wit ya
Brother beat, whatsup tita come on
Say it wit me now, so if ya feel it in your body say Erykah, but i m cool wit that
Bust a rhyme or two, piccolo plays a tune
And the pimped-out track, what ya wannna do, i respect your flow