Artist: Two On Da Road Album: Da Road (S) Song: Da Road Typed by: wu-soldier@marijuana.com, Tha Masta [Intro: Prodigal Sunn (12 O'Clock)] (Eh yo P. Sunn!) What's up, baby? (We gon' rock this shit for 2099) Uh huh no dount, sun For real son you gotta let them cats know (We represent W-U, Brooklyn Zu and Sunz of Man) Word up, how that shit go? (How that shit go?) [Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock (Prodigal Sunn)] If you feelin our shit, throw ya hands up Call ya mans up, Sunz of Man's up Brooklyn Zu's up, whole Wu is up Better ask the fans what's up (Two On Da Road, we rock mics platinum and gold) [12 O'clock] Pull the escalade in the front, cheetah's got the stunts My man P got the blunts stinkin like a skunk Niggaz rollin up junk, puffin on junk Got the chronic in the trunk, in the nickel plated pump Do the Humpty Hump, Electric Slide Doin the hustle with a chick named Mary Blige Tellin True lies, fuck around you die Rich black young niggaz from Bedford-Stuy {*echo*} [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] Spark the reign on the club scene, pocket full of dubs of green Bitches fiend for these international thug machines Millionare Dreams, livin our dreams, my team gleam High pro glow, rock 80 G's a show and the ladies know, know how the Mercedes flow Got no time for a shady hoe, live on your radio See us in video, MTV, Two On Da Road 5 times platinum, 10 times gold 12 and P, we're rhyme officials Don't make us diss you, or dismiss you Drinken Aleon and Henney rock, me and my son Clock Shit's hot on the block, tell em 12 O'Clock {*echo*} Chorus 2X [12 O'Clock] Check the 420 buggy eye, pearly white Interior white, license plate's Brooklyn Zu Goin upstate, my little brother got some weight How long you gonna make me wait? Leave me some weed, plus the hotel key and the heat Niggaz might creep, think you meek, but you is meek [Prodigal Sunn] I hold you down to the very end, buryin men Fuck, nothin pretends, and I do it again Testin live from the Wu-Mansion, whole crew dancin Exotic bitches, pretty faces, romancin Beverly Hills, Bel-Air, truth or dare You can catch me in the square, 50 braids in my hair Chorus to fade