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mc} We be waiting, playing, The new rhyme that I be creating For '89 I to fix, my rhymes To make fresher, to cook under pressure To be on top and be the lesser I'm the animal, uh the To go of a guy I am the best of the west the beast of the Some people call me lazy, but alright I like to lie around around, fun around Sleep, get and even relax my sleep meter reaches the ultimate max To live without my waterbed be ? ? ? ? ? 'til the party around my... Well, I'll never be a peddler, never be a I'm not walker, but I'm not a swarteneger You I got the build of a regular man I'm not a j.j., but not no Just maestro, not second or I eat at king 'cause I'm not herb And if your name happens to be Just say {i'm not the herb you're for, word} I to meet mothers, hat e to meet fathers They all want me to marry daughters It happens to me everyday A girl take me to her crib and this is what she'll say 'mom and dad is wes' and I'll say hi Ma will pinch me on the cheek like I'm mom's pie Dad says 'i'm to meet you, I'm mr. jones' 'you the most decent chap janine's brought 'would you like to have a ' No thanks juice 'grandma up, we'll have to introduce' 'oh, by the way call me pa, we to make you our son-in-law' See what I mean they won't me alone I just wanted to jump in janine's pretty bones Janine 'grandma, this is wes' Grammy 'hi' I guess she was deaf I said, hi my name is wes, you say fresh? ' That's right fresh wes, I the juice and I left mc} Well I was walking downtown and I saw whore She had a like a two by four She on over, asked for my number I said, no ho, all you is my lumber No, no baby I be doing that You won't see me stroking no street cat 'cause I'm an junkie, my rhymes are funky My beats and rhymes rocked humpty Mcs want to thump me, want to jump me My face is smooth and ever lumpy (*laughter*) [m] that was good, that was {e} yo, wes drop that white story man Go ahead, it
it out I remember a story, when I was About snow white and the seven Well, if you ask me, I know couldn't be true If I was one of them I knew exactly I'd do {what, what? } The that was told was totally wack Snow white was a freak and the dwarves were She lived in a house, you could figure What she be doing with a bunch of horny Doc, dopey, grumpy, Come one, on, come on she was sleazy Happy, and my brother bashful Made sure white got her mouthful mc} Well I'm the cutest guy, I like to say you call me, but that's okay I've often thought about for ceterfolds The designed me and they broke the mold of the creation, what can I say They even made up an playmate You know I always keep the body looking The dimple, the smile, nothing out of No in the dimples, I keep the face neat No sugar in the body, I eat the shredded I use the eye to keep the eyes clean so fine I use ultra-sheen The buttock firm, the girls that No need for exercise I collect fat The feet are large and the jewels great You could try to change but you're late get you were me but that could never be First of all name is not ebony mc Well, I'm not too big, not too small Not too short, but I'm not that {5'9" 5'10"} I'm not a heavy guy and my ain't bald As I drive the girls up the I had a girl and her was judy Judy had a super dope big fat booty fat booty} Everything was cool and everything was Until I met this freak named {shebon} the other day Shebon had a like an hourglass Real fine legs with ... {let's pass} she looked young, she was an older girl Thick like judy with malaysian Judy had night school a week So would be the night I'd rock that freak Well night I went over to shebon's place And to the bedroom we quickly Then I her, oh my, and took a rest I saw a picture of a child on her bedroom chest I took a look and I felt so bad 'cause it was a portrait of at her grade 8 grad Torn between two lovers {it's okay wes, okay} Feeling like a fool {don't cry I just fucked judy's mother, and judy's in night keith I make the ladies sweat What yo learn women, I'm trying to forget I wrote a jam, now the girls are drooling I play heavy d boy, (just coolin') Like laverte, I'm the love No time for casanova but I clock skirts To be blousing, my arouses blue violets and red rouses {we rock the mic} we rock the mic {we rock the mic} we rock the mic {we rock the we rock the mic {well} We rock the mic and {we the mic well}