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
then they will ever know
I got more rhythm than I'll ever need to show
we got them groceries bro
yo Luniz let go.
Verse 2 *(Numskull)*
I got the flow so let the Luni man take over
get deep into my hold
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.
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
Notice my flows kick like a loaded Mac-11
ghetto heavy, could climb wit mo "Good Times" than James Devin
glock wars
meanin you critize Tupac for
homies in the hood, we strap Rugers an "We Got More".
Chorus *(Shock G)*
Didn't ya know
our brothas got more
so check the new flow
cuz here we go-e-o-we-oh.
Look how we throw
a lil sumpthin to roll to
hold you, from the O-we-O-we-O.
