Will.i.am, Phife Dawg - Nah Mean lyrics

William's in the house and uh (yeah)
Phife Dawg's in the house and uh (yeah)
Lots of honeys in the crib and uh (yeah)
We got Zumas in the fridge so uh (yeah)
Pop a cap and fill me up (ya nah mean?)
Let's get this party started up
(ya nah mean?)
Yeah, and we don't stop, c'mon
And we don't stop

Guess who's back and outta blood clot house?
With obscure ways to turn a party out
Shut a sucka, down, stage left clown
It's the Five-Foot Invasion that's
About to go down so what the deal
Now? Who want it with the Phifer?
Number one, hands down
Yo eff you and your cypher
If you wan' see me
Betta make sure you're ready
Better revamp your ish, make sure it's legit
Rethink before recitin
Gotta make sure you ain't bitin
Cause what I lack in height-in
I sho' make up in writin
Remember this Titan
Who verses stay tight and
Step up on the scene and
The whole place bitin
Should a brought'cha A-Game
You wouldn't be so frightened
So now we're on the steez
That ya broad-a straight likin
Better yet lovin
She love to get ta cuttin but EWW'!
(yeah) so I passed her on to will

Yo, we did it like this and
We did it like that
Mr william comin heavy on the track
You know it's intact precise and exact
When I'm hittin' your lovely
With the soul clap
Cause nothin vibrates without a vibe
And you'll never have a nation if
You never had a Tribe
And that's the sure shot
A-check, check, baby, cause ya don't stop

Diggy-Dawg Mutt Ranks
Here I go to end the soft
Peep my persona, I bleeds up north
With a basic uniform would be, all types
Of Tim boots, LIG, or a Sean John suit
My Knickerbocker retro compliments all that
New Era fitted to match
Now who you think started that?
Queens we dress for success
Never catch us lookin awful
Steel briefcase with the all black snorkel
With all that bein said, I rest in ATL
But New York is like my badge of honor
I wear it well
And with all that I've accomplished
No doubt my head swell
While clowns +Wish+ to be Carl
Thomas or R kel need mortal words of Nas
+It Ain't Hard to Tell+
If you don't honor your craft
Then you can never excel
Y'all must of caught amnesia for all
This work my Tribe put in
Despite breakin up, promoters still bookin
Tip "Amplified", I think a million was sold
Shaheed and Lucy Pearl
I think a million was sold
I'm the only one from Tribe who
Didn't get to see gold
Yet I'm platinum in the streets
So my jewels you hold
Quadruple platinum if you let me tell it
Well mother- uh!
Landspeed, yeah, that's right, I said it
Them bitch-ass niggas coulda said they ain't
Know how to sell it
So when I'm seen in Cincinnati
Y'all go straight +Hi Tek+ it
When I'm seen in Motown
I'm a straight +Jay Dee-er+
Phife Dawg, left hand on penis
Yuh nah see it? One time for your mind
Don't make me tap your jaw
I rep this mic for El Salvador to Baltimore
And even more
Hardcore, I bring to ya raw, ha!
You know I have no flaws, yeah
It's like that, y'all, it's like that, y'all
It's like that-a da da dat
It's like that y'all, uh

Yeah, Black Eyed Peas in the house and uh
(yeah)
One fourth of Tribe in the house and uh
(yeah) we rep it like this (yeah)
'Robi one, where you at son? (yeah)
LA, back down to Queens
ATL, Oaktown, wassup? Ya nah mean?
(And we don't stop, c'mon, and we don't stop)