How we gon' get in for free?. . Now, I calculate the beatin' for approximated speakin'. Play it at your party for intoxicated freakin'. One for the motherfuckers at the party.
Now's the time for you to showyoass. They ain't handin' out no mo' cash. Mommas imitate my logo fast. Daddies take the safety off and blast. . Now's the time for you to showyoass.
Stepping up out of my cell. With sandals and county blues, handcuffs and shackles. Finna ride up on that Grey Goose. Caught another case. 'Cause I was strapped with my nine.
Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. That's right. Gotta get off the phone, bust this verse. Aight. Okay. . I'm anti-imperial. Anti-trust. Anti-gun if the shit won't bust.
Who is the motherfucker rollin' through the hood?. Who is the motherfucker up to no good?. Y'all know who he is. Y'all know just who he is!. Who is the motherfucker takin' your bank?.
(Chorus). Uhhhh!!. I wanna piss on your grave!. make me feel alright!. Yaa Yaa Yaa!!. (Repeat). . While you was eatin'. T-bone steaks. in palatial estates,.
Coup, yeah. It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills. Dodging em' one time, check it out. . If you got beef with see-O-P's. Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's.
Fuck naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon. Well anyway, I said, "That's no burglar! That's my butler.". Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip. I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something.
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush. And I'm implyin' I ain't had no business cryin'. 'Cause we used the rubber twice. And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust.
[Black Thought]. Move, if you got the nerve. Lash out for your just desserts. It's not just the worth. Some of y'all heads up in the clouds. I'ma bring y'all back to earth.
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans". . In this land I can't stand or sit. and not get shit thrown up in my face. A brotha never gets his props.
[Chorus]. They're givin us a mind fuck. They don't have to put our hands in cuffs. They can tell us stay put and that's enough. We bust, they feel the earth vibratin.
[Boots]. Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture. Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya". What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop.
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor. And help the damn revolution come quicker. Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor. And help make a revolution.
Now, when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up. Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up. And even when I serve soda it would be cold as fuck.
*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*. "Do you know what's green?". *DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill "puffin on a blunt"*. [Boots]. Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt.
(Hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?). . Now check it, the topic of discussion. Is more than a financial profit. United Snakes won't stop it. Blow for blow, the flow with the commentary gets.
I ain't seen shit. I ain't heard nathan, I dont know what happen. I dont speak pig latin. I am a motherfucking true when its us against you. So fuck Starsky, Hutch and Inspector Clouseau.
Hey, how you do?. And if you don't already know about my partners. Let me introduce you to the nappy headed crew. The coup, Boots, E Roc and Pam the Funkstress,.
I know you motherfucker, know where you live. You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs. And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp.