And people tried to put us down. When iTunes bumped a post-cold war sound. My generation sat at the mecca of malls. Times Square, I'm there, Via com installs.
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried. To run for governor before he died. He lived in California but traveled worldwide. It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied.
My friend Aileen made a time machine. But was keen on keeping it shiny clean. To travel back in time had always been my dream. So, I hatched a scheme and jacked the pod like Ween.
Oh snap, you know this track is fly. So get crunked up and don't ask why. Post rap, post punk, post Kurt Cobain. Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain.
They burned down Troy to get you back!. Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back. They burned down Troy to get you back!. Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back.
Lars, you're on in ten minutes, you ready?. I guess but I still gotta write some lyrics. Aiight, just remember, it's crunk night. In that case, I guess it won't be a problem.
La la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la. . It's 2006, the consumer's still pissed. Won't take it anymore so I'm writing a list.
Call me Ahab, what? Monomaniac. Obsessed with success unlike Steve Wozniak. On the hunt for this mammal that once took my leg. With my warn down crew and my man Queequeg.
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried. To run for governor before he died. He lived in California but traveled worldwide. It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied.
Verse 1:. I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin' a bid. ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge. My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own. all alone, never had a Father home.
[mcgruff]. I bag the bad chick, hair long like a cherokee. Sexy as can be, skin complexion ebony. It's ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit me. I wanna give her kid or two, fulfill my destiny.
I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man. I will slam dunk on your big man. Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum chairs.
[mcgruff]. Now check it, uptown kid on the record. Who you thought? who you expected?. Gruff number one, get layed, lust in the sun. Now I'm gettin paid without bustin my gun.
Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all. Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall. So called bad chick, sexin' you all. Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls.
"yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this....". . I got the world in my world in my clutches. Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches. Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this.
(sheek luciano). Yo, I'm the same nigga that when I get locked up. I don't call no nigga to bail me out. (jadakiss). (mcgruff). Yo, let me sit for a while, man.
Come on, hit 'em phat, what?. Come on, just like that yo yo. . I sip on X-O, collect dough, leave your whole block wetto. Bust out my glock gecko, got you petro hold your heart and don't let go.
[mcgruff]. I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch police coats. Leave the beast roast, gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost. Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats.
Yo, this the one right here Tone. Yeah, this that shit right here. Herb McGruff, the Crime Dog. Ya know what I'm sayin', Harlem World, N.F.L.. . Y'all know who holdin', get money while you dozin'.
[mcgruff]. I want fast cash, slow dough's a no-no. And livin so-so, flip coco, dippin from po-po. Clippin fo-fo, sippin alize and mo-mo. Ro' glow, incognito, on the low-low.