Here We Go

Here we go, here we go, here we go

Once again it's the rough, the tough, the wicked, the man

Taking off from the set, Tribe a clan

Stepping to the spots kinda hype

Checking out the ladies with the clothes on tight

Feeling good, feeling down, fill me up I'm strapped

I get ready to get busy for the fools that scrap

Getting you stuck for the funk in the trunk

Roll it up, roll it up, roll up the blunt

So I can get loose in the street

Bump it in your hoopty or bump it in your jeep

Yeah, now I'ma break it down for the clowns who trip

As I get wrecked, don't slip

Never try to step with your crew

Send you home with your teeth in your pocket in the blues

Yeah, uh, thought you don't hear me though

I don't give a damn about your mama, so

Keep the words to yourself 'cause it's Skoob dropping hits

And it goes like this

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

For you it's 1990 something, lacing up the indo

Looking for a trick to play like Nintendo

Time to break a new one, rolling out with a forty

Damn, lit up like a Christmas tree

Anyway, rolling down King with my saggin'

Ready for the jack move, 48s are sagging

Gotta stay alert in South Central LA

Straight from the hood, all work and no play

Always in the dirt, hiding out from the cops

Taz Bridges, the man, gotta give him props

Check it out, go to the store, bought a tall can

Drunk, smoking like the Marlboro Man

I made a trick and it was over

'Cause I couldn't keep it down every time she bent it over

We're just another funky rhyme from the ghetto

And letting fools know that we ain't with the pedo

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

It's just another dope ese, picking up the loot, the cash

Juvenile style spreading out like a rash

In case balling, king of the hill

The top grade man with the balls of steel

Fifth in the trunk next to the MAC-10

I chug a beer down faster than a damn train

Insane only when I'm drunk, the flavor I kick

Damn, I should've thunk

Before I started bombing, I was stressing on a point

Lyrics always working when I'm rolling up a joint

But I got the flavor and I'm blowing to the top

'Cause I got the smarts that I learned from watching Cops

So bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do?

What you gonna do with this bomb-ass crew?

That for sure don't make you blunder

'Cause I drop the crazy styles that'll make Stevie hoo

Why I kick up so much dust? I must

Grab a hold of props 'cause it's my turn to bust

We're just another funky rhyme from the ghetto

And letting fools know that we ain't with the pedo

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go