Debonaire - Freestyle Joint lyrics

Intro: Luke Awwwwwwwww, sh**! Ha ha, yeah! Luke Records in the motherf**in' House, we gon' freestyle this thing, for the 1993, yo, yo .... Clayvosie in the motherf**in' house! Home Team in the mother-motherf**in' house! J-T, a-Money-money, Poi-son Clan, in the motherf**in', house! *Aak!* Fresh Kid Ice in the motherf**in' house! Fre-sh, Kid, Ice in the motherf**in', house *ak!*, Clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like! Verse 1: Clayvosie 'Vosie gettin' busy in motherf**in' '93 Freakin' all the hoes and gettin' plenty p**y So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom When you're home alone you might wanna gimme some Then here I go creepin' in your window Bend that a** over and I'ma f** you like a dirty hoe You know I'm pimpin' all hoes in the '90s The only place I want a b**h to stand is behind me 'Cause I'm cool like that, with my big-a** gat And my sawed-off pump in the back For any n***a with beef in their f**in' teeth Wanna be like a player but you can't compete So I be f**in' hoes, and f**in' up n***as And still gettin' paid, so watch me get bigger Brand new, on the scene with my n***a Luke ]From the bottom, n***as, so what you wanna do? Chorus(4x): ["Let's take it to the stage, s**a!"] Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Out of Chinatown, b**hes on the dick And I'm just rappin' to a Kid Ice flick From a plate of rice to a pot of gumbo I'll eat ya a** up 'cause it's time to rumble 'Cause your b**h is on the dick 'cause of who I am The Fresh Kid Ice, the Chinaman Comin' from the bottom, straight to the top Comin' clean and housin' your spot Hoes, they love me 'cause they say I'm crazy Since I'm runnin' 'round town, pluckin' them daisies Whip ya whole a** when I f** her 'Cause I'd rather a b**h who'll kneel down and pucker Luke put me down, and I come off Since I f**ed your hoe, I'ma piss you off f** with Chinaman, and you die When my black bag open', gunshots run wild! Chorus Verse 3: Debonaire Well hey yo, I'm catchin' wreck Chillin' by the projects, money got the high-techs Goin' till the break o'dawn, never see bed Get red when I said, got gats plus the (???) Flip-time, better parlay in front o' me I'm goin' out and showin' out shots from the uzi Once again I'm here to buck the fate talk game Magazines get picked like shirt to bloodstains I'ma serve heat to the chumps who forget theyself I'm steppin' back from the crowd and then it's on I got the hand-sk**s for the county kid big man So, money-grip, better chill with the ill It's the Beatstreet, not the same Jay (?) Home Team boogie down in the house and it's on And ya don't stop, punk crews can't top this Bad land's in the house (?) I'm out to rock it, Beatstreet! Chorus Interval: Luke Yo, it ain't nothin' but a lil' freestyle thing to do! Home Team boogie in The house, Clayvosie, Clayvosie, Fresh Kid Ice, twice as nice, yo, check This out - Mike Fresh on the beats, Eddie mix' on the mix, yours truly Just swervin' and curvin' this thing. Yo, JT Money - tell these n***as 'bout some of that Rufftown Behavior! Verse 4: JT Money Time to rip, money-grip, a n***a tired of waitin' Pa** the mic like Marino, I'll catch it like Mark Clayton Yeah, it's that n***a JT in effect, and my dick's gotten a lil' bigger So I'm talkin' more sh** in the Nine-Tre f** the police, 'cause motherf**in' crime pays Peace to them hoes that s** dick If you don't, go get hit by a truck, b**h! I kicks the raw sh**, not the flaw sh** Pull out my 4-5th, n***as hit the floor quick Peace to Ram and my main man U-Y If I could sing I would shooby-dooby-doo While I might be rippin', nobody else is rippin' Peace to the homies, f** them n***as that be trippin' Poison Clan n***as in the house, don't f** around Peace! I'm out, comin' from Rufftown, n***a! Chorus