Aight, just put beat on, son, the shit is banging, son one? The one gave you, son (Something new, man) I'ma kick shit, son
Aiyyo, twist some of (Niggaz down the road to the way to get a new blunt) Yo, put the towel, put the under the door, son (Got it, man) C'mon man, you just in here, man, put the shit up
Yo, fix the smoke alarm, Word up, man, what the Yo, man, that (Yo, yo, you, remember what last time)
That's I'm saying, man, a motherfucking new here Got that, man Check this out, the hoe Get the outta here, man up, word up
Just some T A W L to the Sean Drop bombs, makes me holier Qurans Or Bibles, Sean's your idol my arrival earth, I was blessed at birth With fucking recitals
Who wanna test my best to chill or leave here with my testicles The shit's ill, it like that so Ruck and Rock represent 'cause we let your brainz
Check it out, yo, who's that nigga there, Rockness? Rappers be acting like queer, they need to stop this Or I attack from the rear, your locks twist Like titties, broads take off they brassiere You quick
up in your subconscious, it's me Bummy Jah to regulate, so call me MP punani puke, throw up your dukes If you got the to test the lyrical rocket launcher Fuck your
I got tons that shine, any man him, yo Yo, yo, yo, don't that shit, man Yo, yo, get the, that ain't the fucking knock, man Get the fuck, that, don't open, don't open that shit Fuck ain't the fucking knock, man Yo, let me in, nigs, let me in