Hey C.S. man, umm
Yeah, since you don't wanna a dollar for no beer, umm Why don't you a lyrical shout out on your album junior? man, gimme somethin' man! Common! Ah-heh!
Let's make a deal, pickle I'm pitchin' dimes and nickels You couldn't a sticker, on the tape you're DJ tickles I jiggle and juggle the rhymes I was to keep you suckers all
My tub, I rub-a-dub it with my rubber I play With those quack MC's, been sittin' in my chair And I'ma wash that crank right my hair but I'm down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self
You're buddy doin' somebody nosin' don't know yourself Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae, Deesy, and Don Tanean? Haste makes So with the is how my day begins
Hot in quarter Vader shops the day market pelo I'm think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the with a G-O is bond when I was born and I took a breath I never rhyme with busted and even the blind knew I was def
Respect to Chico, Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome Poo-da, ba ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into Time for get me drunk, Stu and my cousin Adulay Fuck the who dissed us and the hoes Who wouldn't give a play
I'ma play and which way until I get my new Peace to Ricki love the rockin' shot to all the spots The we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker To those who I forgot yo, blame it on the liquor That's my list to those who I missed My ass, you can kiss, I piss