A-yo Woo Woo Reggie Noble's gone loco Watch the POPO I spit it like a tres-ocho I flip my styles spot silly, the Glock's empty On a whoopy MC Who body dropped 50 So when I rock R&B tracks I'm real Ask Aaron Def Squad Like Bob Marl we jammin (we jammin) Yo Marley hit me on the cut The curiosity is causing women to give up But, so I point out a few, I ran through Occupation been diesel since Teddy's Jam 2 Pointy picker, I get sicker Known to hold a mic but I can't hold my liquor All the real freaks feel my techniques With no shoes on rolling up the Swisher Sweets And since I keep it street, I do not sleep I gotta regulate, though this week And It's on son, and it's on like that And It's on motherfucker, and it's on like that And It's on son, and it's on like that Feel the rythm of the funk Marly Marl track