Thru Ya City

We talkin bout
Hot times, runnin thru ya city
If you miss it now, itll sho be a pity
We got hot times, runnin thru ya city
I aint no thug son, my name is Plug Won
I drop a certified gem for him and her
Knockin on your radio like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, Im managin the funk on the paper
Outside of that we pull capers for days
Ridin throughout the maze of street while we blaze the beat
Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt
To Plug Three on the cut, movin on ya what
Ever ya got, we gon get , bringin our point to ya position
Rippin stages with my thought coalition
Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode
Just another episode through these area codes, we bankin on
Hot times, runnin thru ya city
If you miss it now, itll sho be a pity
We got hot times, runnin thru ya city
Its the hotness, talked about but never seen
Like the Loch-Ness til ya cop this, drop it inside your vein
And like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms
Youre high off our talent and charm
Check the caliber, this be a smash
Like some food on stage for Gallagher
Wear ya bib cause its messy
Niggaz schemin on my girl as if my name was Jesse
Watch your manners, now let me pass it off to Dave Banner
Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue
Small talkin in the big city, its all about gettin the coins
Everywhere I go Itouch a tenderloin
They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb
On your metro, Marta order iron horse
Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher
Im cuttin your girl, we on a world tour
Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya
Hot times, runnin thru ya city
If you miss it now, itll sho be a pity
We got hot times, runnin thru ya city
Freak, freak, freak, freak the funk, the funk, the funk, the funk
Funk freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak
Freak, freak the funk, freak, freak the funk
We aint walkin on a yellow brick road
These streets stay red and bloody kid
Case study your code, so you can easily pass
I stash a little love when Im on the visitation
If you crossin my line, nigga do the same
Im guaranteed to run through and prove the game
Aint bigger than the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin one side of map
Clappin hands with rap cats who aint deserve dap
Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man
Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man
Aint nuttin better than explorin the outskirts
Especially when she aint got no pantyhose on and its on
Hot times, runnin thru ya city
If you miss it now, itll sho be a pity
We got hot times, runnin thru ya city
Hot times, runnin thru ya city
If you miss it now, itll sho be a pity
We got hot times, runnin thru ya city
Yo, its like, the Mercenary gettin down
And we got, Dave Banner gettin down
And we got, Maseo gettin down
And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down
And we got, Jay Dee gettin down
And of course, the Slum V gettin down
And we got my man Khrist gettin down
And we got, Com Sense gettin down
And we got , N.D. gettin down
You know Troy Hightower gettin down
And we got, C. Smith gettin down
And my nigga, Dave West gettin down