[Nancy and Fielding from 1971's "Bananas"]
[Nancy]
I have to tell you something and I don’t know how to break it
[Fielding]
Oh, why, is something the matter? Am I, am I, have you seen x-rays of me?
[Nancy]
(Laughing)I saw x-rays of you

[Verse 1: YL]
Ay yo I keep a steady hand like a brain surgeon
Ay yo some people born with knowledge others stay searchin'
And yeah we might look alike but you the lame version
And I be jumpin' front the mic like I'm J Irving
Yo I don't want to hear you rap son you not nice
I had to cop the chicken with the fried rice
Feel like I died twice
Time pass I'm understandin' shit in hindsight
Need five mics its a wake up to the blind eyes
The sun rise lies comin' to the forefront
Y, you need me on your tour son
I gotta score some
Give a hundred verses but you never hear a forced one
I'm like the old too Lakers with the 3-peat
My blunt smokers keep my records on the repeat
Repeat, blaze tracks and I reheat
You pussy n***as someone give that man a G-string
I see things got peach fuzz like the weed strain
Keep the change only dealin' with the real and present
I been married to the city we just skipped the weddin'
Skip the stress when you notice that it's all for nothin'
What's the beginnin' of the end it's just a introduction
[Nancy and Fielding from 1971's "Bananas"]
[Fielding]
Oh really?
[Nancy]
Yeah
[Fielding]
Why?
[Nancy]
I’m sorry
[Fielding]
Why, what’s the matter?
[Nancy
There’s just something missing for me, and I don’t know what. I don’t know what it is
[Fielding]
What do you mean something? Something missing from me?
[Nancy]
Yes
[Fielding]
Whadda you mean? Like what?
[Nancy]
Like...like...
[
Fielding]
Can you say what it is missing from me?
[Nancy]
No, maybe if you could guess a few thi-

[Verse 2: YL]
Ay yo I do this for the babies that I don't got
Hit road blocks we still cookin' like the stovetop
And n***as frontin' on they delis they don't know [?]
Their shorty offered me the ass but I chose top
Ain't really nothin' like the mouth of a sweet lover
I seek others I need a cut of each others
Peace brother the weed's butter keep it rolled
Raw papers no L's like we 3 and 0
Damn, [?] in my 700
My n***a steady blunted don't know why we hit the function
I be sunk in the seat, add a discreet luncheon
Drunk women in the street when I seen London
If I ain't chillin' then I'm buildin' with Giani kid
You lookin' hard I'm like what the fuck the problem is
You look good we might pay for yo' scholarship (we might do that)
Just playin' though, yeah

[Nancy and Fielding from 1971's "Bananas"]
[Fielding]
How am I immature?
[Nancy]
Well, emotionally, sexually, and intellectually
[Fielding]
Yeah, but what other ways?
[Nancy]
Well, then maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I just can’t give
[Fielding]
What do you mean you can’t give? Then why don’t you receive and I’ll give?
[Nancy]
I’m not ready to receive
[Fielding]
Well, then you give and I’ll receive
[Nancy]
Well, I can’t receive, uh
[Fielding]
Well, I’m a person who can only receive if another is giving
[Nancy]
Well, I can’t give. I’m sorry
[Fielding]
But if we each receive, it might work
[Nancy]
Well, I can’t receive. My trouble is I’m receiving and receiving and I’m only... not able to give or to receive
[Fielding]
But I would like to give if only you could receive
[Nancy]
I can’t receive. I don’t know how I can help you. I really don’t.
[Fielding]
See, if we both receive, or we both give
[Nancy]
I told you, I can’t receive and I can’t give. It’s not going to work out. It’s of no use, Fielding. I’m sorry