I can feel it in my teeth Are you into the beat? And it's driving me mad I can feel it in my teeth and it's driving me crazy It's driving me crazy, it's driving me mad Electrified harmonious I think I'll take it out to the streets Somebody please stop me

The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down

For a moment there, it was permanent Oh look, I don't wanna feel like somebody But nothing else ever feels like your body 'Cause we held the world, we were turning it I'd drive the streets when you told me your secrets We made mistakes, but we both we

Motherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

I'm gonna ride with you all night Sing to me like Pavarotti Taxi, taxi, give me a ride All these streets are never ending Tie 'em in a knot Drive me through a red light Waiting for everyone to stop Sing to me of Spain Take me to you operetta

You can run the streets with your thugs I'll be waiting for you Until you get through I'll be waiting Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later It don't take a lot to keep a nigga hard

Swaying to the symphony Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Of destruction You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a'roll

It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here