It's millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme Triangular, push-up the strangler
a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, out below It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go We not fuckin' around
Stuck in the ground, with a suit in a pine box my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So box all day in a nigga face And all you see the dick that you shoulda hate
Call it what you wanna it I'm a fuckin' it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't put no extras on it
Yo, I'm in the zone and lyrically Got the blown, boom, Oklahoma Watch the aroma, those who love me My underground cats on dune buggies
I be the to take your watch and flaunt it T.Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head till his pop Do a to a "black cop"
X and E's, out for Get the money, you stay broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in any Sunday With J. name the spot, make it hot
(I E so much right now) Blow it down bounce Come off the like J.Snooka Two fly motherfuckers you can't fuck by open bar, so y'all forget it
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it gotta put no extras on it
J McEnroe, cam smashin', party I eat MCs like a I'm sockin' niggaz in goatees I leave you stiffer than fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, ten G's we need a bag of weed (can you it?) Now we need ten dimes to on deez like wind chimes Time to the blinds 'cause you all in mines
I bought a for the session and did not share it so much captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You the alkaholik challenge and lost your balance You underground, we water, drinkin' liquid by the gallons
Slurred words, vision, brain bustin', head rushin' Since I'm too drunk to walk, I a party on crutches And still the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit
Catash on the the final piece to the puzzle I slap on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang consistent You wack and I'm catash and that's the difference
For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks Still standin' the rocks at Two thousand one, we young guns that's restless (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And that's the motherfuckin' guest
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a fuckin' it if you really want it Ain't put no extras on it