D.T.D-Masta Killa

D.T.D - Masta Killa "Do that dance, grown up" - sample repeated throughout the song (Intro: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)) Turn my microphone up a little high.. Yeah.. yeah, yeah, look, party people gath- Party people gather round (Do that dance, grown up, do that grown up, yeah Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo) (Masta Killa) Party people gather round, watch the God get down The sound's so rugged, measure the erection It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain Cherry cream gleen leather seats, lean Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green Block of the chocolates, ship a mil', box it Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking Jewels drip in the heat -- (Raekwon) Radioactive, roll that accurate, what? Roll that backward, flow went back I stand as a man, the game plan repped your name The greatest Fam, we play in the sand Me and Irief, Killa gangsta thieves Gangsta beats, civilize, great men don't make beliefs Haagan-Daaz, shake the streets I'm cocained down, and I got a fire to stretch my eats West to East, South to North, best, the beats Rest is tef', the Chef defeats Order this piece -- yo.. Niggaz who ain't real, they real when they call the police, my brothers Watch the slang, lots of lame, pop your frame And drop your dame, and chop your name We locked the game, '89 niggaz with oxxes on In front of the building with the same thing (Interlude: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)) Uh-- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get your uh-uh-uh-uh And... (do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up) Look, look, huh, look, huh, party people gath- Party people gather round (Do that dance, grown up, do that dance, grown up) (Masta Killa) Party people gather round, watch the God get down The sound's so rugged, measure the erection It's raw when I'm sexin' your brain Cherry cream gleen leather seats, lean Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green Block of the chocolates, ship a mil', box it Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking Jewels drip in the heat, ribbon with a young sweet Something in the passenger seat, ivory queen Beat got the Old Man feeling twenty three Power-U fat as a peach, I'm Chief Jay Strongbow From the east, come due Allah, what a beautiful squall Through the Cartier tints, I seen her from afar She in her mink trench in her panty and bra Smooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breast Gas at the 'hess, split it to the rest Undress ya'll, and you don't stop, come on! (Interlude: Raekwon w/ sample (Masta Killa)) Do that dance, grown up (come on) Do that dance, grown up (Ghostface Killah) Yo, I got muscles in my index finger, even my mirror is diesel To scope two, so I could read you Without a jack, there, I'm still hittin' up people You were starvin' for beef, I had to feed you It's funny how Toney got a lot of sons around Nice dirty crib, with a lot of guns around Layin' up in Cheetah's, chillin' Treatin' niggaz like cavities, lead rocks'll be in your filling Bosses, C.E.O.'s, head niggaz in charge'll get whacked Actors, even down to the stars, you'll get clapped Skip back, I'm not a bullshit rapper My gun really do go off like that This is Ghost, high post, get your pot roast coked When the glock burst, it's all about clockwork F**k around, and go to hell with a hot shirt I don't go to Chinatown for my fireworks I go to Aakmei, test him for a bomb, first Make sure he ain't lyin', tell on me, his eye'll squirt Ghost Deini is real, me and Killa'll peel Your cap back, and deliver the mil' Niggaz be pullin' out, but they don't use 'em Big giant joints, they stat and lose 'em The big yellow, this sh*t'll push your crew in Look you dead in your face, like "What ya'll doing?" Ain't killin' nothin', so stop pursuing F**kin' with my click, you'll just get ruined Blowin' the weight, like breeze did brewing By the way, who the f**k, let ya'll fools in?