Masta Ace - Splash lyrics

"Splash" [Verse One] Ayo this sh** Prime Time like Deion My clique be on that sh**, shining like neon Hardco' like freon but we on the hottest sh** you ever heard n***a That's word n***a The whole word I'ma pee on so put me on So I can go to Egypt see the Spinx like Leon Come back to the states, send a 100 G on The S-Cla** with the Playstation TV on Play me that hot sh** and I get live on it My crew be looney like them n***as that Got 5 On It Street buzz like it got a bee hive on it Your girl want it She gon' get it if she flaunt it Scared of the dick as if the sh**'s haunted Who want it? f** around and you'll get cornered You're worthless like ten carats when you pawn it Park sh** in valet, Brooklyn to Cali M.A [Hook] Ayo, ayo, when I'm on the mic I "splash" Uh huh, uh huh, yo I got that sh** that "splash" Alright, alright, when we in the club we "splash" Ayo, ayo, everybody know I "splash" [Verse Two] Yo these rappers think they stepped it up like stairs Cause they bought some new wears, but really, who cares? Half these cats is fruit, like two pears and one apple And I don't think they want no ha**le Look, I just bought a new castle where I hang like a ta**el Looking for some girls to wrestle Got spice like Dijon my legion from the Brooklyn region I'ma preach on And baby if you 19 like Keyshawn I'ma go deep on it so don't sleep on it If you got my pager number, put a beep on it But don't forget your code though, on the low though n***as rock Rolex watches with no doe Living in the PJ's with they DJ's Your whole album is nothing but cliches Why you wanna say what another MC's says huh? [Hook] [Verse Three] Check it out A lot of records sold Ten years, a lot of gold A lot of shows A lot of groupies, a lot of hoes A lot of cars A lot of wild nights at a lot of bars Met a lot of fans and met a lot of so-called stars Mad music, if you can name it I've been through it Name a club Any big city, I've been to it I probably did a show at it, dropped a flow at it Made a lot of doe at it, met a ho at it In 9-5 sat on chrome and still sitting In 2 thou', still M.A. and still hitting Still sh**ting Still got styles that still bitten Ain't nothing changed really this rap game is silly Rocking the cream Timbs in a green Benz with clean rims Running with three of your mean friends Hoping that your team wins But that's when your dream ends Soon as I come out I make 'em dumb out [Hook]