Royce Da 5'9" - Blow Dat... lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] Nottz, let's take 'em back Yes.. yes.. yes Yes.. the Smith 'n, the Wesson Extended clip in the vest of whoever testin Rollin to the party with the shottie with the body Made the lead put the slugs with the hollows in the heads With the, with the with the with the Mossberg pump When it thump make the n***a with the heart turn punk Would ya, would ya would ya would ya please leave me alone So I can get my Chuck D on "Yes.. the rhythm, the rebel" +Public Enemy+ number one with heavy metal If I don't got the whistle in my Air Nikes I don't feel right out there livin in my "Surreal Life" All of you hoes should know I will blow that whistle Blow a hole in your throwback and throw that pistol Pimps, p**y and power, police, pitchers, hitters The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't [Hook] Blow dat whistle.. blow dat whistle Blow dat whistle.. blow dat whistle Blow dat whistle [Royce Da 5'9"] Yes - we brothers of the same kind, un-blind Yes - same mind duckin one-time, same nine Yes - I aim fine what I bang gettin lain down With after I give 'em hang time then it's game time Yes - same gang n***a, young June, young Vishis You punks better come wit it 'fore we come visit Blastin them hammers - I ain't no punk Wanna +Punk+ me? You better bring Ashton and cameras Heh.. would you blow that whistle? At a ho that dissed you, or that clique crew That you that'll stiff you, like a Kodak picture Please don't depend on the short arms of the law Naw, n***as be goin crazy waitin for they day But me I know what time it is like Flava Flav, hey Pimps, p**y and power, police, pitchers and hitters The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't [Hook] [Royce Da 5'9"] Yes, n***as be lookin awfully hard to the car Bein coughed out while I be Heimlich-ing off The kind that'll knock the primer off the side of your car The kind that'll bang the triangle off your garage When it sound off, y'all'll be talkin to God Cause y'all are soft inside, you had to be bossin up So I had to be bossin you down, talkin hard 'til I blow you across the street like a crossing guard Ha.. I will blow that whistle Leave your brains all over the ho that's with you Leave you layin all over the flo' that's with you Leave your name all over the flow that fits you This is for you and whoever you sold that sh** to I'm the soldier with the fo'-fo' that hits you Pimps, p**y and power, police, pitchers and hitters The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't [Hook] [Royce Da 5'9"] M. (blow dat whistle) I. (blow dat whistle) C. (blow dat whistle) Young Vishis (blow dat whistle) Young June (blow dat whistle) My n***a Cash (blow dat whistle) Nottz raw (blow dat whistle) My n***a K (blow dat whistle) Ha.. to my n***as out West (blow dat whistle) To my n***as out East (blow dat whistle) To my n***as in the South (blow dat whistle) To my n***as up North (blow dat whistle) To my n***as in the middle (blow dat whistle) Yes, I will blow that whistle Yes, so don't go there with me Yes, I will blow that whistle Yes, so don't go there with me Yes, I will blow that whistle Yes, so don't go there with me.. {*fades out*}