Hey C.S. man, umm
Yeah, since you wanna gimme a dollar for no beer, umm Why don't you gimme a shout out on your album junior? C'mon man, gimme man! Common! Ah-heh!
Let's make a deal, pickle I'm pitchin' dimes and nickels You sell a sticker, on the tape you're DJ tickles I jiggle and the rhymes like I was to keep you suckers all
My tub, I rub-a-dub it with my duck I play With those quack MC's, someone's sittin' in my chair And I'ma that crank right outta my hair but I'm down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self
You're buggin' buddy doin' nosin' don't know yourself Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae, Deesy, dirty and Don Haste makes So with the case is how my day
Hot in quarter shops the sports day market pelo I'm think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the with a G-O Word is when I was born and I took a breath I never rhyme busted rhymes 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 some for get me drunk, Stu and more my cousin Adulay Fuck the who dissed us and the hoes Who wouldn't rash a play
I'ma play and which way I get my new props Peace to Ricki love the rockin' shot to all the beer The we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker To those who I yo, I'ma blame it on the liquor That's my nigga to those who I missed My ass, you can kiss, I gotta