Herbie - Gangs To The Max lyrics

Aaaaaaaay!
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Come on, do that thing, a come alive, y'all
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Come on, raise ya hands, a come alive, y'all
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Come on, raise ya hands, a come alive, y'all
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
A here we go!

I hit the style on the head like a hammer to the nail
Drop it in the trunk and you can follow like a tail
Pure style hits the needle like a junkie in the back
Diamond in the rough and I'ma drop it on track
Way, way back when you were flippin' on my script
I was captivatin' rhymes, you were hangin' at the hip
I had to keep the beat goin', magnetize the crowd
Bust the dialect and let the people get buck wild
Format the flow, one time for your mind
Drop the funk track and let the people scream, right?
Never had a beeper 'cause I didn't have the ends
Times have changed and I be rollin' in a Benz
Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd
Never coulda made it if you never stuck around
Shiftin' on my motion, I'm an old school star
Still I gotta push my Bally's and my Kangol crown
I gotta meditate, sit up and close my eyes
Fling all my eradicators when I'm standin' on my side
The stage is set and I'ma show you how to flow
Bring it on like a hurricane, drop it like a yo-yo
Bring it back so I can hit you with another verse
Second to none, not third, I gotta be first
And just when you thought that I was gonna stop - hell
I keep you flippin' like Vanessa or T. Wells
The flavor keeps rollin' like a Caddy
Shiftin' on a gear or two, droppin' like a Chevy
Rough and ready, let the flow get back, so I can get kinda heavy
You gettin' steady

Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd [3x]
You gettin' ready, uh, you gettin' ready
Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd

The tougher I get, the more the beat keeps comin'
I batter up and keep the funky beats drummin'
Like back in the days when we was steady on the cut
Rollin' on an eight-oh-eight to keep the beat up
Styles are gettin' fatter like a fat gold chain
And 1990s was the name of the game
Mass hysteria, rhymes are kickin' in
Brothers are gettin' paid from the flows in demand
Time for me to set it straight
Respect those who gave a metaphor a brand new shape
I gotta explode and rewind the mode
Give props to those who were good but never rose
Meantime, I stand live and direct
Pavin' the way for sounds and fat checks
Heard from the East and I heard from the West
Fat chunky beats and y'all know the rest
From coast to coast, I leave a sucker in the ground
Rest in peace and hear my stereo sound
I'm on an old-school ground

Aaaaaaaay!
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Come on, do that thing, a come alive, y'all
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Come on, raise ya hands, a come alive, y'all
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
Come on, raise ya hands, a come alive, y'all
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all
A here we go!

Catch this, y'all, smooth to the tempo 'cause I can get busy
Don't twist my cap 'cause I can drop it kinda fizzy
I can get down like a hooker on a trick
Smoke to get red, when I'm red then I flip
Styles are gettin' heavy, but I can maintain
Peace, I'll get you all down on a refrain

Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd
You gettin' ready, uh, you gettin' ready
Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd

Now we're goin' back to the rhythm with no ism, escapism
Tried to get me on, I did 'em with the rhythm
I'm a hardcore man, but I never said I wasn't
Never took the rhymes and I never took a bubble
I can roll my tongue like a madman
And if Maximum says I can, well then I can can
Mr. Pop can drop a brand new flow
In comes the deep with my style on a gusto
Don't forget my name, if you're blind, you can see
Call my name and you can hear them sayin' "Herbie"
I got styles with too much charisma
If you wanna play me, then I can be your sister, brother
Or your aunt or your uncle or your father
Once together when we're lovin' one another
That's the style that I'm kickin' from my old school
And if you can remember this, well that's cool
My brother man, get with the program

Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd [3x]
You gettin' ready, uh, you gettin' ready
Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd

Gangs to the max
Gangs to the max, still props
Gangs to the max
Gangs to the max, still props to the crowd