My Way Songtext
von The Nextmen

Check this out, check this out (check this out, check this out)
You got The Nextmen (The Nextmen, The Nextmen)
Maybe foolish be (maybe foolish be)

Is just me, myself and my microphone
Is just me, myself and my microphone
Is just me, myself and my microphone
Is just me, myself and my mic (mic, mic, mic)

My my tie, I like had some seeds
Facts like a chick that denied your sex
I go the distance like a ride check for instance
I get you hired and axe, I′m the boss
We're brother gonna get

Fired next smoke light and buy a bass
Boogaloo from the yak sire
Never half ass or half set
Me and my staff rap like a bunch of ass tax
Record this on your cash set


The aspect of this game is the cash
Checks like Nasdaq books move like a jazz set
Making your chicks pussy cat wet
I used to walk around the streets mad stress (mad stress)
Shaken by hard times when I had less (less)

Vex at the world, but now got access
To cash I never even had in the past
So I stashed trying to make this good thing last
Perfect my craft and put my team on full blast

In my zone, thoughts runnin′ through my dome
On my own real far away from home
But let it be known I'm not all alone
I got me, myself and microphone
In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome
On my own real far away from home
But let it be known I′m not all alone
I got me, myself and mic-

Up in my room, secluded, feeling suited
Thinking of a rhyme and how I should execute it
Bring that Hip-Hop, no bullshit included
Eclectic cat who digs all types of music


If you′re clueless, that's who Bugaloo is
Alpha Omega of the wavy foolish
I taught my philosophy to confucius
Spread the word, and now his beats are Buddhist

Your son, my usage and slangs abusive
To the point that it bangs and brewskies
I was rocking Mike since Dre produced hits for N.W.A
And Eazy on Ruthless

I′m on some new shit and ready to prove it
The undisputed pimp flow goes the boogaloo kid
Taking out your suckers like Lennox Lewis
The way be foolish The Nextmen exclusive

In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome
On my own real far away from home
But let it be known I′m not all alone
I got me, myself and microphone
In my zone, thoughts runnin' through my dome
On my own real far away from home
But let it be known I′m not all alone
I got me, myself and mic-

Does Boogaloo get busy? (Yes, yes)
From Blackheath to fat beets
The Nextmen, no lace the track way

Be foolish on the map (g-, ge-, get nowhere)
Big tire, don't slack (yes, yes)
Yes, you are the bow on the attack
Ofcourse (yes, yes)
Now we're about to bring it back home
It′s just can′t Boogaloo and his microphone (microphone, microphone)

Check this out, check this out (check this out, check this out)
(Beyond there, beyond there)
(Maybe foolish be, maybe foolish be)
(Connect, connect connect, connect)

Oh my God media thanks, very mental
Very weird, very mental, very weird
Very strange, very little bit of suit over a little basted chicken breasts
Very little bit of oregano, a little bit of Bordeaux or just lovely
Just a little bit of sushi suited, fucking bear

Um, phoned me Tom's coming down tomorrow day
We′re going out for a drink tomorrow night as a big or yes
Suited send off, oh yes don't just wear the t shirts or going out
It might be cold or, yes, very mental, fuck off