Watch Yo Nuggets Lyrics - Erick Sermon

When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets 

Chill and relax, I'm back in effect 

Yes I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette 

Deaths turned spoiled, rich like top soil 

Still loyal still the MC grand royal 

I'm still dope I'm still no joke 

I'm don't care, I'm still wild like tone loc 

I'm swift, a.k.a. a black stallion 

Fat herringbone, with no medallion 

Hello, I still got the same funk flow and yo 

I still get busy like Arsenio 

When I rock I need all the girls with me 

So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney 

Houston, producin' a style that make a smile 

To make you say, "ooh child!" 

Bust the steps, the picture, frame it 

Hall of fame it hang it so no one can claim it 

I rule from my style from the boondocks 

Now my shit pumps in the boombox 

Yo red, my ears are ringin' 

Hey, Erick Sermon! 

Uh, rock the mic honey I love the way you sway 

Plus you have the crotch to drive me crazy 

I'm replyin' rude 

I'm ill, smooth as johnny gill 

Gill, my my my, I pack steel 

So back off softie, here's a ice cream cone 

Put down the microphone 

Thank you, right about now I'm through 

I'm ghost like Casper see you! 

When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets 

Funky fresh in the flesh, the superman grand slams a new twist 

Scoop this, Redman is milk like two tits 

I stay, freshly dipped with the nine 

And a clip on my hip, money grip, no bullshit 

I tic-tac on small cracks I'm all that to fall black 

My jaw snap with raps so umm, get the balls jack 

Flavor like flav, plus I'm well paid 

Own a maid with a plaid, mack daddy of the decade 

At a slow rate, I sparkly like Colgate 

My dick's name machete, I stab much ho-cake 

I don't have a car, but own a pair of Reeboks 

It gets me where I'm going, until my damn feet stops 

On and on like a switch, bust the mix 

Jam, oops! I turn up the pitch 

To make me boom to zoom with the tune 

To make the cow jump back over the moon 

It's Reggie Noble, Yeah, I'm feelin' kinda so-so 

I dog you like toto, make Rudolph nose glow 

Funk out of site with the type of hype 

To make you say umm, a dy-no-mite! 

Chiller, chiller than the ice on vanilla 

I kill more kills than the quills from tequila 

I'm down with the green eyed brother named Erick 

Charlie how you rate this? (hmm, jam like Bo Derek) 

I'm deeper than a valley, peace to cool v and sally 

PMD, my man solo, and I'm audi