[Hook 1] {x4}
Clap ya hands if ya feel alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Hook 2] {x2}
Pa** me the mic I'm in the mood to get open
Coming from the Bronx and I be on top
Move to the relaxation of the music
Clap ya hands if ya feel alright
[Verse One: Mondo]
I'm cooling at the party with my faberge coat
Black ski googles and my blue Puma suit
Precise like a dagger, staggering when I'm nice
Greg O's good to go, Flex Lover's got the dice
Get down, boogie to the bang
I got the slow lingo and that's how it swang
One of the bros from the video, you can call me Mo'
N.D.O., it's the flow go getter
I met her in the disco, didn't drink Cisco
Had water on ice, but the kid was nice
They had open mic tonight I came to rock despite
The odds were against me, [?] Boogie flight
I was on the solo, oh no a duo, but you know
That I can funk it up, I treat the mic like a rookie
Come into my cipher, watch the other brothers keep it hyper
But I'm ranking, I leave the mic stanking
During my donation my name's called next
Greg says "go", Flex says "yes"
I get up on the stage and I look up at the ma**
My hands are [?], pardon me could you...
[Hook 2]
[Hook 1]