Dungeon Family - On on On lyrics

[Scratching] "The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!" "The beat" "Goes!" - "The beat-beat" "Goes!" "The beat-beat" "Goes!" - "The beat" "Goes!" "The beat" "Goes!" - "And the beat" "Goes!" [Big Gipp] Well it's the dip monk [unknown] execute parachute [unknown] this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative In ya [unknown] seat-painted we could settle it DF the Family, below they still sellin' it Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella Black crow nest don't buck back Love jokes, getcha a** jacked, put the bullets in his dick Another comin' for the excaliber hit That sh**, who the next goin' dip with this? [Hook: x 2] And the beat goes, On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on "And the beat" "Goes!" [Big Boi] In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin over Crappy clubs and burros You'll try to censor it and stop it But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto They tellin lies to my fellow Americans Besides the h**nes and heros, dope fiends and zeros The Dungeon Family steady jammin as the beat goes We know famili that the Dirty ain't no equal My name is be -I-G and keep me to a tree hoes White Gutz, white wall ties, and white name With so much love why do we need hate? 'cause everybody played it fool, we bouncin in ya place Gotta grind till he give me yo' shine, you shake and bake like [Hook: x 2] [Cool Breeze] Even when a G be bustin, ice-cold crushin Ladies be touchin, and the club be rushin For the stage, b**hes see a second page in this chapter See me to the fullest 'cause I'm more than just a rapper Slash actor - and producer on the news sir Pimp or breeder, strong house leader The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper DF each a rider, like a wood driver With 'em on the court I'm hittin jumpers outside-a Southwest rider, deep like a diver, +Rich+ like Pryor Ain't no higher! [Hook: x 2] [Witchdoctor] Witchdoctor come wit it! I'm your words from your heart beat skip Hit me, I'm workin off my hip And I keep a box of extra clips 'Cause haterism is a trip And I come out the +blue+ like a Crip And believe me a**es'll get whipped Georgia's biggest mess My new bone gon' drink milk from his momma's breast Fielders of this stress It was the music that took you Put you in a pot and cooked you If this was [unknown] I'd cook you... [Hook: x 2] [Khujo] It's so gritty Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider Northwest alumini dwellin in Decatur Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato I can't stand on purpose tellin you didn't know yo' poppa Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada We comin up like escalators And if you say you the best then we ten times greater! Candy-a** and seeds melt away like Now-and-Laters! Erase yo' data! With this n***a chaser! And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser! [Hook: x 2] [Scratching to fade]