Lyrics Ben Dova - Phife Dawg
Yo,
it's
Mutty
Ranks
in
the
place
(Mutty
Rankin')
But
in
the
immortal
words
of
Shabba
Ranks
(Where
are
the
girls?)
We
got
some
sweet,
we
got
some
foul
I'm
about
to
break
it
down,
check
it
out,
let
me
know
Are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Do
you
like
it
like
this?
Are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Do
you
like
it
like
this?
Are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Do
you
like
it
like
this?
Are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Yo,
as
I
cruise
through
this
ATL
town,
my
eyes
brown
Chillin',
freshly
dipped
when
I
get
down
Jarobi,
tell
'em
'bout
the
puppy
named
Mutts
Like
lifestyles
galore
in
case
a
chick
wanna
hump
me
I'm
rough
with
mine,
tell
me
who's
rougher
Makin'
honeys
express
theyself
like
Salt-N-Pepa
Not
sayin'
that
sex
makes
everything
better
But
if
all
else
fails,
I'mma
fuck
that
tail
Now
watch
out
now,
damn
look
at
your
trunk
We
could
take
it
to
the
rest
right
now
and
get
it
crunk
Sing
"Shorty
Swing
It
My
Way",
it's
only
right
Turn
the
door,
now
walk
it
in
and
see
the
real
sign
of
life
Fuck
a
Phife,
I'm
on
some
Shawn
Micheal
shit
tonight
On
some
Five
Foot
Freak
shit,
or
I
don't
eat
shit
But
if
you
act
right
and
you
ain't
about
games
Then
my
screwin'
can
be
longer
than
Nina's
last
name
Now
tell
me
somethin'
good
before
I
hang
up
your
friend
Free
humps
and
I'm
out
there
if
the
shit
is
mad
lame
Mad
lame
(mad
lame)
mad
lame
(mad
lame)
Free
humps
and
I'm
out
there
if
the
shit
is
mad
lame
When
it
comes
to
skins
ain't
no
shame
on
my
game
Mutty
orders
you
to
(Bend
over!)
You
can't
live
with
them,
you
just
can't
live
with
them
So
don't
waste
my
time,
just
(Bend
over!)
Now
if
you
frontin'
on
the
tail,
then
you
get
the
cold
shoulder
Diggy
orders
you
to
(Bend
over!)
Girl,
you
are
not
gettin'
younger,
you
are
just
gettin'
older
So
hurry
up
your
ass
and
(Bend
over!)
Bayatch
Are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Do
you
like
it
like
this?
Now
are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Do
you
like
it
like
this?
Are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Do
you
like
it
like
this?
Now
are
you
ready?
(What!)
Are
you
ready
for
this?
Do
you
like
it?
(What!)
Forever
in
the
jam
where
the
diss
be
lookin'
laced
Dancin'
to
the
tunes
of
Cool
J
and
Babyface
Me
and
my
crew,
no
doubt
we
in
the
place
Ass
everywhere,
(Yeah
son,
this
place
is
great)
Bumped
into
this
cutie,
damn
boo
you
lookin'
straight
Checked
her
backyard,
can
I
guard
that
with
a
gate?
Slim
trim,
brown
skin,
what's
your
name?
('Salina
Kate')
Where
you
from?
('Trinidad,
but
I
live
here
in
the
States')
'It's
only
been
three
months
but
I'm
searching
for
a
mate
Word
'round
town
is
you
love
to
penetrate'
Of
coarse,
baby
girl,
what's
the
deal,
you
want
a
taste?
A
stain
is
on
your
brain
that
could
never
be
erased
'Sounds
good
Mr.
Phifer,
but
I
hear
that's
the
case
Your
style
be
so
super
that
you
should
wear
a
cape
I
love
the
way
you
sound
on
all
five
of
your
tapes
Plus
you're
always
on
the
job
like
Mr.
Slate'
Of
coarse
her
best
friend
just
has
to
player
hate
And
being
who
I
am
watch
the
Phifey
hesitate
On
dissing
her
ass,
yo
Jay,
look
at
her
face
Her
motherfuckin'
voice
got
way
too
much
bass
Now
back
your
ass
up
off
me
and
give
me
my
space
You
know
your
fuckin'
breath
smell
like
chemical
waste
Not
to
mention
that
ass,
it
be
way
overweight
Keep
that
ass
out
of
Wendy's
and
lay
off
them
shakes
Now
back
to
you
Salina,
damn
I
admire
your
shape
'FUCK
YOU!
Mr.
Ranks
you
just
dissed
my
date'
Now
what
I'm
supposed,
scratch
my
head
and
ask
why
You
know
that
rug
munchin's
at
an
all-time
high
Now
all
these
chicks
today
are
just
hot
hot
hot
And
me
and
my
crew
just
wanna
get
hind,
watch
I
won't
hold
it
against
you
the
things
that
you
do
I'll
just
have
you
know
that
I'm
a
lesbian
too
So
wiggle
your
ass
here
and
swing
over
them
titties
If
you
need
to
pay
bills
take
your
ass
to
Magic
City
No
need
to
act
shitty,
you're
so
so
saditty
If
you
need
to
pay
bills
then
take
your
ass
to
Magic
City,
what
what
All
you're
lookin'
for
all
this
time,
money
Well
ain't
got
enough
time
to
take
You
can't
run
game
on
a
gamer!
You
can't
run
game
on
a
gamer!
It's
Phife
Diggy
(What)
I
gets
busy
(What)
Blowin'
up
the
spot
(What)
Givin'
back
shots
(Ooh!
Ooh!)
J.U.S.
(What)
You
know
you
can't
test
(What)
Blowin'
up
the
spot
(What)
Givin'
back
shots
(Ooh!
Ooh!)
When
it
comes
to
skins
ain't
no
shame
on
my
game
Mutty
orders
you
to
(Bend
over!)
I'll
fuck
in
a
Land
Cruiser
or
a
Range
Rover
Diggy
orders
you
to
(Bend
over!)
Now
if
you
frontin'
with
your
ass,
then
you
get
the
cold
shoulder
Diggy
orders
you
to
(Bend
over!)
You
are
not
gettin'
younger,
you
are
just
gettin'
older
So
hurry
up
your
ass
and
(Bend
over!)
Like
that
y'all,
to
the
beat
y'all
Freak
freak
y'all,
so
sweat
y'all
My
name's
Malik
y'all,
style's
unique
y'all
No
doubt
y'all,
I
come
through
y'all
Tribe
all
y'all,
Phife
Diggy
y'all
On
the
ball
y'all
And
all
these
bitches
on
the
way
get
the
balls
y'all
Phife
Diggy
but
I
never
fall
out
Slum
Villy,
got
to
bend
over
What
what
what
what,
all
over
Detroit
Michigan,
down
in
Angeles
in
CA
Fuck
that
we
don't
play
round
my
way
Long
Island,
we
whilin'
Yugoslavia,
no
doubt
I'm
Slav-in'
'em
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