Shook Ones, Pt. 11 (feat. The League) [Explicit]

Everytime I feel the beat

I envision you

On the one's and two's

In the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster

To rock the set, play it on and on for me, Flex

Yo, ayo, come through

Flex on the one-two's in the tunnels

Peepin' for Sax so we kept creepin' on the humble

Beams and triples

Kitted whips and chicks flock the scene

Jake barricadin' the spot, tryna stop my team

Front of the line, a few crips just throwin' up signs

To the bouncers, it's all real if you checkin' for .9s

I got a dimebag, a dutch, a few foes, enough rhymes

You holdin' up lines

I breeze through and snatch up the dimes

Specific with mine, I'm basic like Sharon with a instinct

I mix drinks and parley with chicks that keep they shit thick

And script ink, name with the number to get our cliques linked

I quick think, before you can blink

I'm on the next chick

Shot of Henny in my right hand, stumblin' while I'm scopin'

While flex spins the plat hits, gettin' them bitches open

In back of the bar, dime shawties actin' like stars

After the party, them same dimes is packed in the car

So what's the deal, ma?

Everytime I feel the beat

I envision you

On the one's and two's

In the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster

To rock the set, play it on and on for me, Flex