Pressure 4-5

Pressure 4-5 - Beat The World lyrics

Miscellaneous shit baby, meanin..

I'll make you wanna..

[Hook]

Rock to the joint, roll up a joint

Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint

Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint

(Say what?) Yeah, you know it's on point (uh huh)

Just vibe to the joint, ride to the joint

Bump 'n grind to the joint, then skate to the joint

Now slide to the joint, act wild with a joint

Huh, once again it's on point, come on (here we go!)

[Verse One: Phife Dawg]

Party over here, fuck y'all over there

Drinks on Malik, ya live once, I don't care

Love the night life like Sonny love Cher

Bound to take a shorty home, put her ass in the air

Look at Miss Thingy, I heard she type pissy

One that'll have simple ways, that'll block and get busy

Fat Joe, Pun said it's all about trizzies

Spit the game in her ear, in the coatcheck chick

Had to give it to her, came out, pull out my zipper

Now I'm like "WHOA" cause her come my baby father

Shit money big, now I think I'm gonna need back up

He walked right next to me and smacked her ass up

WHOO that's a close one, here let me bounce

Third floor, gotta see who else is in the house

Up north, reppin with these chicks from down South

Shorty sippin Hennesey, singin 'put it in your mouth'

[Hook]

Rock to the joint, roll to the joint

Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint

Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint

Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)

Vibe to the joint, ride to the joint

Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint

Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint (yeah)

You know it's on point, c'mon!

[Verse Two: Phife Dawg]

On towards chillin, now we at the after party

Com' Sense, Mos Def, fuck it - everybody!

Fuck chillin at the tele, I'm scoopin me a hottie

Chillin load of girls, and those shorties lookin sloppy

Came to the door, made the dancefloor wild

Shorties "Sayin My Name" like Destiny's Child (aah)

So I just smile, get em thirsty like 'ow'

I know I'm type foul, trippy steady on a pile

Eyes wide open like a motherfuckin owl

Who's this tig bitty chick with the Colgate smile?

Said her name was Tafy, with nose by to act me

Straight from St. Louis, said she'd love to do me

Smacked on her ass as if she worked at Big Skippy

Wanted to give my neck a hicky, but something 'bout her's tricky

Looked at the bar, oh shit it couldn't be!

The J to the A to the N to the E

You don't understand? Ask EPMD!

Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?

Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?

Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?

[Hook]

Rock to the joint, roll to the joint

Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint

Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint

Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)

Now vibe to the joint, ride to the joint

Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint

Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint

You know it's on point (no doubt, no doubt)

[Outro]

You know it's on point (no doubt)

You know it's on point (no doubt)

You know it's on point (on point..)

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