What It Is
Uh.
Uh.
Yup.
[Chuck:]
Yo Mike!
[Mikey:]
What it is yo?
I'm just chilling like a villain.
Grindin' daily.
'Cause I can't get a 9 to 5.
So I rhyme, I rock.
Ya dig?
You don't it's cool.
I take ya to school.
That's what I do.
Yo Chuck!
[Chuck:]
I-I-I rock.
If you don't think so.
Then nigga kick rocks.
With the time on the clocks.
Da boom on box. You like us?
Homie that's hardwash.
Boombox on my shoulder.
And she started walking over.
Like yo.
Looked me up and down.
If looks could kill.
Then she'd be in jail.
[Mikey:]
Well I hope you got the keys.
She got me as well.
I don't wanna let her out.
'Cause she get ill.
[Chuck:]
Um, but I get iller.
Freeze, now take my picture.
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
[Mikey:]
I got a 5.0 GT that is.
Drop top roof.
With the Daytons on the wheels.
Got bass in the back.
Back to the front.
I can hit a switch.
Make the trunk lift up.
Let me hop in it.
Let me lace my kicks.
Then flip the Sidekick.
Peek my options go down the list.
Like mmm... not that one.
Maybe tomorrow but that's after.
I find out just what she's after.
If it's dough then she gotta get gone.
She never get a call.
Like broken phones.
[Chuck:]
And I suppose that she gonna call me.
I take her and her I'll take all three.
But the truck that I'm in only got two seats
And I'm in one.
So you know what that means.
[Mikey:]
That means it's decision time.
Hop in the women line.
If it's 9, I'm takin' 7UP
Like lemon lime.
To the penthouse.
So it's two left fa you Chuck
[Chuck:]
I ain't got no penthouse.
[Mikey:]
We party on the rooftops.
Brand new blazers.
That came from Malaysia.
Grab your turntable and smack the DJ up.
If he don't play us
We rock it till the A.M.
So you niggaz better wake up.
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Uh.
Yup.
[Chuck:]
Yo Mike!
[Mikey:]
What it is yo?
I'm just chilling like a villain.
Grindin' daily.
'Cause I can't get a 9 to 5.
So I rhyme, I rock.
Ya dig?
You don't it's cool.
I take ya to school.
That's what I do.
Yo Chuck!
[Chuck:]
I-I-I rock.
If you don't think so.
Then nigga kick rocks.
With the time on the clocks.
Da boom on box. You like us?
Homie that's hardwash.
Boombox on my shoulder.
And she started walking over.
Like yo.
Looked me up and down.
If looks could kill.
Then she'd be in jail.
[Mikey:]
Well I hope you got the keys.
She got me as well.
I don't wanna let her out.
'Cause she get ill.
[Chuck:]
Um, but I get iller.
Freeze, now take my picture.
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
[Mikey:]
I got a 5.0 GT that is.
Drop top roof.
With the Daytons on the wheels.
Got bass in the back.
Back to the front.
I can hit a switch.
Make the trunk lift up.
Let me hop in it.
Let me lace my kicks.
Then flip the Sidekick.
Peek my options go down the list.
Like mmm... not that one.
Maybe tomorrow but that's after.
I find out just what she's after.
If it's dough then she gotta get gone.
She never get a call.
Like broken phones.
[Chuck:]
And I suppose that she gonna call me.
I take her and her I'll take all three.
But the truck that I'm in only got two seats
And I'm in one.
So you know what that means.
[Mikey:]
That means it's decision time.
Hop in the women line.
If it's 9, I'm takin' 7UP
Like lemon lime.
To the penthouse.
So it's two left fa you Chuck
[Chuck:]
I ain't got no penthouse.
[Mikey:]
We party on the rooftops.
Brand new blazers.
That came from Malaysia.
Grab your turntable and smack the DJ up.
If he don't play us
We rock it till the A.M.
So you niggaz better wake up.
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.)
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Writer(s): Evan Arman Ingersoll, Antoine Amari Reed
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