This goes out to everybody in the whole world Fresh gettin rowdy We dont out west we signifyin We out
And we about to tell yall, what its all So as I ease back this microphone Im a let it go to Little somethin like
it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, ever you at Where you from, where ever you goin' Im gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not
Let me take a little out to holler at ya You go get your 'cause Im fit to drop a bug in your ear See we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah The helluva ill type you fear
Thats cause we knowin' but you really know 'Cause every nigga that call rappin' dont really flow Really though, Ill up my mind and take you places you cant go I woulda a catcher behind the plate but you cant throw
'Cause you dont know but you hear me though Yo, this out My body collapse in the And snaps like a wild mongoose in a
Better watch your table manners, boy and me room Im shit, constantly tune And laughin like a ticklish On the way to the moon with a and a broom
And the of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be Crackin the on the poppin Be pimpin the punk block at the junk shop shop shape [unverified]
Sloppin the side of a pig pen with the grape ape Wanna see this, Jack o lantern Planted ball that bounce the wall like you think
Well, but no thanks, pranks or no pranks Im a let em know they rank, bank or no bank I would if I could but I cant so I aint gon flowin But Ill put you up on this 'cause yous not knowin
Damn, Acey, flay me, he kinda hittin I bullshittin Written into the fellowship, you freestyle Meanwhile, at the hall of justice Abstract, bust this, this aint for suckers
Immediately exceeding the of normality By radically and automatically startin off Rap with me, come on, perk a little, a little In the middle nuclei, we are
Stimuli dim the lights, I gotta grab you you just not knowin about flowin I can climax to You rap too short, too long, too slow, too You on point, you wrong, you wont last
Im up on a good foot, youre out on a bad Im dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes Creatively talkin about how Im fadin you Your mouths not openin, man, you not knowin, damn
niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Abstract Rude? Rap dude, aint nobody the fresh coast You them heavyweights, you know, what Im sayin That Ganja K, you know, what Im
That dolla holla comin with up, you know, what Im sayin Its like I aint even tryin to understand why comin at me that nonsense, they aint knowin
See, I engineered it, I geared it, I it I took it to the whole and everybody cheered it I hauled it, I, yes, yalled it and they it I called it, I outlawed it and cleared it
Now I am I and it is it and thats But aint a bitch? It aint shit Think, it aint all that, that say and a day, to live and die in L.A., California, U.S.A.
But I am a universal Ok, through the party to find my way Bumped my main man, Ganja K
I gave a a pound and he lit up a J I took a hit and a half and got and a hey My coconut was but my vision was gray on the dance floor and I seen my DJ
Cool hands, [unverified] grand, he what to play So we for the booth to get the party on the way through the crowd, I heard somebody say, hey It was Mikah 9, he what up, double a?
Tryin to make my pay, not to stray But you know my forte, I let a dog lay We on that old link In between the baboon and the man
They dont understand They aint even to know Check out
I and I echo old sentiments Rudimentary tenements, house Ricochets to invertebrates Even all spineless jellyfish bass with no taste jazz
Enthusiastic, hemophiliacs Memorabilia or acting [unverified] [unverified] Miniature expenditures, tingling adventures Keenly of a [unverified]
That blockade and bust caps and dentures Hey, lets start a new business No, not dreaming, Ill be the pincher The millimeter by millimeter, doberman mix
Rotweiller while a rhyme of Graffiti traffic, Ethnic cleansing, benzing, Oscars, inch by inch Deans and Costners
Who foster my rhythmic Collectible of my Mossberg and telebeam Scope enemies enemas Im leaving them helpless and like the victim that falls in the scary cinema
Huh, huh, it was like three black And they like had skills, yeah, They were like kinda, funky and fresh and stuff Yeah, nigga, you just not