[Intro: Koopsta Knicca]
Yo, The Koopsta Knicca
Undaground Muzic Volume One
Comin' at yo ass

[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Mane, Koop's just tryin' to have some
Hoes gon' get they head bump
Never tryin' to get nails done
Fuckin' like they broke or some
Mane, these hoes ain't innocent, breakin' in my residence
See you later, you's a hater, never will I miss you, bitch
Man, I'm tryin' to set it straight, why you hoes be player hate?
Baby buy you, there's no way, we didn't even fucked that day
Hey, remember, ask your sister, ahe can tell you all the shit
You was trippin', she was slippin', she suck dick, that's evidence
Always Koopsta's in the mood, sit back, pop an 'X or two
Look at you, you do too, I can see the freak in you
Then you ask me why so right, ho
Why I commence to fight, ho?
'Cause bitch, you disrespect me, ho
No trip to cock 'em up, hoes get chopped up right quick
'Cause Koopsta never love you, bitch
I'll drop a match, just witness this
See I been lightin' it
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Mane, the Koop back up in this, weak ass rapper, that's no test
You make money, give her checks, I will mistreat that trick
Strictly pimpin', like supposed, keep that white shit up her nose
Fucked, then ho, just let her go
Then paid bills, kizzicked doors, ho, you know I ain't havin' it
Let me see you jiggle it
Sidewalk pimpin', bring that cash
Ho, where all that dough you spend?
Shit you gon' get peter-rolled, fuckin' get yo nizzeck broke
Will I kill you? I don't know, fuckin' up my pot of gold
Beat her 'til she cataracts, plank some shit across her back
Sell your soul up on a track, don't come back to have my cash
Make it fast, in a dash, don't make me drop things on you
Damn, fool, The Koopsta Knicca blast, if I have to
Dickie Denim black shirt, a stock 'n cap, I'm ready to go to work
TEC-9, chrome tone, pointed to your fuckin' dome
Sawed-off gauge up your face, gone on a rampage
Get me money, get me paid, I may let you live today
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak
Ho, don't violate, bitch, you know I taught you better
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth
I'm in my cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of Yak

[Skit from "The Dozens"]