Just Hangin' Out
I'm just hangin' out...
I'm just hangin' out...
I'm mainly known for the rough raps
But kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps
And eat 'em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats
HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps
While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay
I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the side
I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye
While he's having hard times writing rhymes
So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines
Which is the reason why I like to hang out and
Hustle with my friends, to get away from pens
And copiers, so I'm Corona bound
To check Drew, a.k.a. Doc tha Butcher and what's going down
And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town
He's a clown
Other than that I'm with Joe Burgos
Watch an old Black Caesar flick for kicks
Jump in the Wagoneer we're outta here without an idea where
But usually we wind up there
I go over K-Cut's block, cause raw cuts is what he blends
Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends
Yo, I'm just hangin' out
With my friends
I'm just hangin' out
And I be up in Mt. Vernon, peacin', with CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Making beats that are sharper than cleats
With my man Griffy Griff from the Cafe Black Rose
Checkin out videos
And I speak with my man Ralik
On the problems of the weak dumb and meek, my man's deep
Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas
Me and G collect money in bars
And I run through discotheques like sound
Royal Rich is profound, yellin' free James Brown
We rustle, up to the discotheque and
Hustle up a storm in a swarm like we on form
Nobody can get with the whereabouts
Cause we're out shuffling feet without a shadow of a doubt
From Flushing to the streets of New York and back
Freshly dipped off the rack, but not the Van Grack
In the park making plans for the night
Everything's right, taking it light
Preparing for the festivities to begin
And everyday seems like a day from the weekend
The cooling never ends
(Yo the science at the Powerhouse tonight baby)
(Word I'm with that)
(Always the Powerhouse)
Nah but ain't never your house!
(I like my house!)
And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
I'm just hangin' out...
I'm mainly known for the rough raps
But kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps
And eat 'em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats
HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps
While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay
I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the side
I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye
While he's having hard times writing rhymes
So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines
Which is the reason why I like to hang out and
Hustle with my friends, to get away from pens
And copiers, so I'm Corona bound
To check Drew, a.k.a. Doc tha Butcher and what's going down
And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town
He's a clown
Other than that I'm with Joe Burgos
Watch an old Black Caesar flick for kicks
Jump in the Wagoneer we're outta here without an idea where
But usually we wind up there
I go over K-Cut's block, cause raw cuts is what he blends
Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends
Yo, I'm just hangin' out
With my friends
I'm just hangin' out
And I be up in Mt. Vernon, peacin', with CL Smooth and Pete Rock
Making beats that are sharper than cleats
With my man Griffy Griff from the Cafe Black Rose
Checkin out videos
And I speak with my man Ralik
On the problems of the weak dumb and meek, my man's deep
Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas
Me and G collect money in bars
And I run through discotheques like sound
Royal Rich is profound, yellin' free James Brown
We rustle, up to the discotheque and
Hustle up a storm in a swarm like we on form
Nobody can get with the whereabouts
Cause we're out shuffling feet without a shadow of a doubt
From Flushing to the streets of New York and back
Freshly dipped off the rack, but not the Van Grack
In the park making plans for the night
Everything's right, taking it light
Preparing for the festivities to begin
And everyday seems like a day from the weekend
The cooling never ends
(Yo the science at the Powerhouse tonight baby)
(Word I'm with that)
(Always the Powerhouse)
Nah but ain't never your house!
(I like my house!)
And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Mitchell, Kevin Mckenzie, Shawn Mckenzie
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