I'm a Jake I don't bake a I'm not a daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it to the bus stop (what?) and it's goodie goodie I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's I'm over every other dip as if it's hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hopscotch Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, at ol' girl She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.) Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you I'm fine. Oh word? What's name? Rayshel. Why don't you come to the house so I can put you in the BANG! Aight check it, you see I bag ya for a second You see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked in my headroom, mo' better yet my Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max Redroom (Redrum?) No I a murderer I'm the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin the area, fallopian tubes and your cervix I recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens I find it not to force the issue I just my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue Use em and em away, see a hoe a day is essential If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to cause I rock a babe on the treetop And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle rock I'm like the on NBC, Nuttin But Cock I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump it up yo, like a Reebok Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Dog And when I it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! That's the sound of the Caravan... running the yeahh, bitch That's the sound of the Caravan, the train Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, it out yeah, in yo' eye! Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh! Twilite Tone got up my sleeve got tricks up my sleeve Yo DRK got up my sleeve De La Soul got up my sleeve JuJu got tricks up my The Nubian Nut got tricks up my Com Sense got tricks up my ("Wait... I got another up my sleeve") I'm not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' for head of the And if you ask me I'm not ta be drastic I'm not a bitch like Robin I'm concerned about your plastic, ask it, I'll you what you wanna know And if I you no, don't be all up on it dope Frontin so your friends know that you got the 86 so you me a bitch You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for I don't no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups I hops in the Hubba Bubba I'm like Al B. stud, if I'm not your lover or your friend don't try to spend, your time tryin to get a of mine but you ain't tastin mine So find a new type puss, cause if I like you you ain't gettin service G, this the drivethru Drive by, way far, and everything'll be Then you pester me? Yo I'ma ya like the Nubians Move on black brotha on You gotta on black brotha move on