Rick Rock - What the f** lyrics

(Intro: Noreaga & Spice 1) What the f**, Spice 1 in this motherf**er (Yeah n***a spark savin'), it all even, it straight gangsta, break a leg What the f**, what the f**, it all easy, Spice Weezy (blaow!!) Firest n***as of all coasts (ay n***a, ay check this out n***a, ay somethin' like this n***a YouknowhatI'msayin' n***a, feel me n***a I'm on some motherf**in' mobb sh**) (Whas happenin' Nore?) Get up (What's crackin' n***a?), break a leg, break a leg!! (Noreaga) Yo, yo, I'mma k**er n***a, and a gangsta too Murderous motherf**er that'll f** your boo Have her cryin' and sh**, on the verge of dyin' and sh** Me and Spice 1 just applyin' the sh** from the bay area To the East Coast sh**, +Trigga Gots No Heart+ And we say that sh**, yo, you ain't know? Aiyyo, now you know, from Oakland, now down to Sacramento To my n***as gettin' signed now with no demo They be proud of the game, speak loud of the game All y'all n***as ain't got no, love for the game, aiyyo I did my sh** Yo I mastered my sh**, platinum role, now yo I smoke an O Me and Spice Weezy, no dizzy, one treezy, wall graffiti What, what? Spice 1 motherf**er, The Black Bossalini (Chorus: Noreaga & Spice 1 - w/variations) What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what, what!! (Noreaga) Now you know, from Oaktown now down to Sacramento (Sacramento) Better than Iraq (Iraq), n***as just play a demo (demo) It's all good n***a, it's all good n***a, it's all good n***a Aiyyo, now you know (now you know), from Oaktown now down to Sacramento (That's Oaktown and Sacramento) Better than Iraq, where we just play our demo (play our demo) It's all gangsta n***a, it's all gangsta n***a, it's all gangsta n***a (Spice 1) What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! Stick an Uzi at this n***a gettin' lighten sh** up Immortalized, thug n***as realise gravediggaz From New York to California bring all my figures Put it down like G's, turn to part of the cheese Money-hungry motherf**ers with the thug disease n***a please we bomb pimps, players for sheets Ridin' on enemies, make sure them motherf**ers bleed Hit the weed, get the cash, money and b**hes Bendin' double make it to Diamond Lexus and saggy b**hes Two-hundred miles an hour, pushin' bodies out the car We disintergrate n***as, give a f** who you are Keep my soldiers on the payroll money and power Not too many real k**ers to be f**in' with cowards Keep it craculatin, for sheesty with Noreaga True life players, kidnap 'em and make 'em pay us (Chorus: Noreaga & Spice 1 - w/variations) What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what, what, what the f**! What, what, what, what... (Outro: Spice 1) My n***a Bill Clinton is a motherf**in' player (*echoes*) Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...