Tony Touch - Pit Fight LYRICS

f/ Greg Nice, Psycho Les



[Chorus: Greg Nice]

Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin

And, everybody was singin and, everybody was bringin

Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin

And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don't be thinkin



[Greg Nice]

Hey yo, I be the man dangle, handle bilingual

Shit's so hot, it might be the first single

Soft mack sprinklin salt on my pringle

Ain't no stoppin me now, I'm gon jungle

N-I, flippin shit, freakin shit

Runnin shit from channel to channel

I ain't gon bite off more than I can handle

I got the DVD all in my wall panel

I ain't try to brag, this is on my dick, cuz they see in a mag

Should of drived a Benz or I should of drived the Jag

Old school nigga I rock the doo rag

I might fuck around and let my pants sag



[Tony Touch]

One two, I come through wit my familles

Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals

Potted, take a good look at what we started

Retarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it

Everybody already know Toca be bout it

And me gettin knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it

It's crowded, up in the club, so I'mma rub

My pinga against the ninga to show love

Stuck in the cut, as always I come wit the ruck

Tony Touch, Beatnuts, straight fuckin it up

Now don't sleep home boy, I got it tucked in the gut

Just in cause I gotta flex against one of you ducks

Mira drago, Mr. El Cavallo

I send y'all free like Cinque de Mayo

Claro, come on y'all, get wit the vibe

And follow, and pump this cassette in the ride

Aiyo, Nills where's you man wit the Jeckyl and Hyde?

Let's get this jump-off jumpin, flip the record and slide



[Chorus: Greg Nice]

Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin

And, everybody was singin and, everybody was movin

And, everybody was movin to the groove

Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin

And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don't be thinkin



[Psycho Les]

Aiyo, Psych is chillin, flippin the hottest hits in the club drinkin

Never trickin on a pigeon, yo who I'm bringin

The glock is hittin, but it's reachable by hand

I'mma beat you wit this, til you can't understand

And I don't give a fuck if you don't know who I am

This is that pimp song, so take your minks off

And wild out for the night and get your drinks on

Mami, the way you rock me on the dance floor

Got me, ready to take my fuckin pants off

Blast off into a new dimension

Here's a little somethin I'd like to mention

If you ain't lovin it, you must be a hater

If shorty ain't fuckin, see you later

Hasta la vista, you full of pasta and pizza

Oh, you gangster, I'mma get mobster and beat ya

Now tell me who the best there is

Greg N-I, Tony Touch, Psycho Les, there it is



[Chorus 2X: Greg Nice]

Everybody pit fightin and, niggas don't be writin

And, muthafuckas keep bitin, and

And, and, and, and, a-and