Pull Your Skirt Up Lyrics - Benzino

[Intro] 

WHAT CAN I DO SELL A RECORD? I CAN'T EVEN GIVE THIS SHIT AWAY! ALL MY CDS ALL WENT WOOD AND I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY: 

[Verse 1] 

Let me start from the beginnin, I GOT NO CLASS, NO LOVE, NO TALENT 

IF I COULD BUY EM's HEART MABYBE I COULD START ON SOMETHIN 

BUT HE SMOKED ME ON THE TRACKS AND HIS RHYMES ARE GETTIN PLAYED WHILE 

I CAN'T GET NO RESPECT CAUSE MY TIRED ASS IS PLAYED. 

Five shades DUMBER THAN JA RULE, BUT I'M STILL IN THERE SLINGIN' 

PAC IS ROLLIN' IN HIS GRAVE AND MY PENIS PUMP IS CRUMPLIN I CAN'T THINK OF A REAL DIS SO I'm GONNA LIFT FROM OTHERS MY OWN PEEPS DON'T ReSPECT ME, SO why should I? 

Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye 

My time's never up cause real niggas don't die 

I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV 

BUT I'm STILL AFRAID TO FIGHT HIM 

CAUSE MOBY'S TWICE AS MAN AS ME 

I bring MY MAMA to your living room so you could see me 

BEG Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me 

SO THANK THE GODS OF HIP HOP AND THE WORLD 

THAT YOU'RE NOT A PUNK LIKE ME 

The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up 

LONG AS RAGE LIKE MY OWN SOURCE 

ARE GETTIN' SPACE ON THE NEWSSTAAND 

SEE I'm playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up 

Respect the hood LIL RAY RAY, or the hood'll take you out 

You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign 

Disrespect Benzino, HELL, YOU GOTTA GET IN LINE! 

What you know about pumpin, WILL YOU GIVE MY ASS A TRY? 

Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend I'M LIKE AN ILLER BILLY BUCKNER 

My number in the rafters fuck MY ASS IT's YOURS, I'm BEGGIN 

[Chorus] 

I'M alright but I'M not real (Real) 

I DON'T spit I SWALLOW GIMME YOUR steel (Steel) 

[Verse 2] 

The two thousand three Vanilla Ice? I TRIED TO BE IT 

WITH THAT WACK REDEMPTION SHIT, BUT THE AUDIENCE WOULDN'T 

BUY IT SO I'M BACK HERE HAWKIN RAGS 

If you ask me, I GUESS I'D SAY I'M TRULY UNDERrated 

BUT FACTS IS FACTS MY SALES IS WACK 

AND I'M NOT THAT HARD, IN FACT I'M FADED. 

Better never let me see you with A HARD ON CAUSE YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU SKULLY. SURE I'D BEG FOR A TASTE, CLOSEST I CAN COME TO SHOOTIN' GIFT 

And don't forget, how this shit all cccured to me 

Your whole camp be surrounded by security 

What you want? the black or the chrome? PUT IT IN MY MOUTH, MY MOUTH CAN BE YOUR HOME, HOMEY 

I want A TASTE OF YOUR MAGIC SO I'LL BE KNEELIN AT your door 

I'll earn my stripes AND THEN I'LL SWALLOW, I'm a pussy 

Zino SWEET LIPS WILL WRAP AROUND YOU TILL YOU GIVE ME THAT SWEET NOOKIE 

Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy 

On my block THE GIRLS ALL FLOCK TO THE FLOW OF SWEET Slim Shady 

[Chorus] 

I'M NOT SO WELL, I DON'T FEEL REAL (Real) 

LEMME SWALLOW YOU WHOLE I WON'T spit EMINEM, MY MASTER, I WILL KEEP IT REAL (Steel) 

I talk shit WITH MY MOUTH FILLED BUT AT LEAST I'LL GET A TASTE OF WHAT THE REAL GIFT REALLY TASTES LIKE, 'cause RIGHT NOW I'VE NEVER killed (Killed) 

[Outro] 

And that's how the motherfuckin story go 

YOU SHOOT, I SWALLOW, YOU SPIT, I WALLOW. I BEEN BEGGIN FOR A TASTE, SO HOMEY COME N GIMME SOME. FOR YOUR LITTLE RAY-RAY PUNK JUST A TASTE WILL BRING ME HOME.