w/ different ad libs] [Rob] Listen up now! [scratched lines: "MC's, brag and boast, try to play post"] [Chorus: w/ different ad libs] [Verse Four: Rob Base
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Ay , yo It took 8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather
Cowell Who folks wanna disembowel He opens his mouth Always says something foul They're dyin', wow Wannabes are crying now He votes them out Time to throw in the towel Shows based
to pay my own bills Stay on point and I guard my own grills Skills I'm possessin', in my possession Why they wanna rob a little nigga for the blessin
[Crowd Chanting]: SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! [Chorus: Crowd Chanting] (Sample of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ
ashes, city of Baghdad City of Baghdad, abrasive aloof Oh, in Mesopotamia aloofness ran deep Deep in the veins of the great rivers That form the base
, pure heresy But you gotta wonder does he have a plan B (Bad ass guitar riff) Horus similar to Mithra, Attis analogous to Krishna, Jesus different name same story, All based
want you, Cat I want you, Cat I want you, Cat I want you Sendin' this out to the Trak-Trak-Trak-Trakmasterz And my man Hot Diggidy Du-Dog And my boy Rob Robbedy Rob
later on, tonight, I might be hittin' your hoe An' I got more money, so I'm coppin' more 'dro Everythin' I said, I meant, B, y'all gon' tempt me To rob
is son How your life is yo? My life is nuttin' like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom I rock Jordan's, and can't stand Pippen's Bases loaded, coach want me
when I break I'm strapped from the balls that's what I use to do Smoking a joint or two little rob getting a little blaze Welcome to my concrete base
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talking, Mayweather
Ed in the lip Look, I don't even know what I'm tryin' ta say Just don't forget me like ya did with Rob Base What about when the world's like fuck us
to the lab To make a stop to drop off the money in the bag And then send a friend that's been down To do a job, to rob a brother in town Livin' and
Take 'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a Astro van Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the master plan Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins Rob
kam, killa kam kam, killa Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barns got rich as fuck Rich and Nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin' up Rob Base, Mase Doug E Fresh
where you pump at B. Sigel, M. Bleek, niggas can't front that Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul First week, no video, went gold bases loaded, now I
in this shit And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance And ? ? your house like some blue and red ends Make you dance like holyfield And we'll rob