back to me I let the chopper groove And let the Mack boogie You better think about it Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it
to me I let the chopper groove and let the Mack boogie You better think about it, boy, you better think about it You better think about it, boy, you better think about it
in these projects I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin [Chorus] + [Interlude] [Fat Joe] Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up Think
up, get up, get up, get up [Fat Joe over Chorus 2] Guess who's back? Yeah, guess who's back? [Fat Joe] They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy Cause they
Think About It, Think About It, Think About It Now Get Them Keys Out The Safe, 'Fore I'm Manning Out The Place Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It
in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young, it was too much to cope with Why you think, mo'fuckers
And I was crazy like Manson about her She got me all choked up like Mama Cass She had a smile so incredibly radiant You had to watch it through a piece
my neighborhood south sider Out here we hustle til we touch it It's all about a come up If ain't no money in it we don't fuck with it Gangsta Gangsta,
his face and I aint got a man so it aint cheatin Think about it now, I don't gotta stress, I dont ever really gotta press, they always say yes It seems
it, If it's me you can hit, if it's weed it's already litted We can leave in a minute, hop in the drop top 3 if you wit it Watch tv in it, feel the breeze
hate my bad ways But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself
through the old scene beamin it slow Talkin that shit five niggas on the four Drive crazy, tryin to tear up shit It's just anotha day in Oakland bitch It
don't give a fuck yeah I'm gunna live it up so bring your boys an ill hit em up now pass me the mike let me rip it up yeah and you cant get drastic
this together My album was raw, because no one would ever Think like I think, or do what I do I stole the show, then I leave without a clue Whatta you think
