[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies
What's up? This is us, politicking with the ladies
And gentlemen, gentle when you brush past us
I'm in the cut--
I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies
I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies
I brush a lot of shoulders and I hold a lot of babies
What's up? This is us, politicking with the ladies
And gentlemen, gentle when you brush past us
I'm in the cutlass supreme and it attracts mad dust and smudges
Appreciate it if you don't touch it
And my cousin know n***as who be thuggin on a budget
Like how you gon' be hood when your job is good?
Your cheque come on time and if that ain't't rhyme
Then I'ma hafta give these kids a whole 'nother assignment
Check the flavour we kick, know it all like we majored in this
But I ain't finish school (nope)
In the interview, I tell the interviewer the truth like
Back where I'm from, in the halls they would call me the skinny one
But I been calling shots out 'fore I turn 21
21 black jack, black top 21 baby
Shame that these n***as don't pay me

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
People always wanna know where do I be at?
Where I'm is, yo I'm on the porch chillin at the crib
If you got a question about dope shit
What it is, let a n***a know tell me how you feel
People think Phil put Jordan on the map
Matter fact, them words ain't goin where I'm at
And with that, everybody on the planet where you at?
Just let your head bang like there's hammers in your hat

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
You my man, 50 grand and all
But listen up, switch hands, go left with the ball
Them crybabies got mad then I left with the ball
Cause I be pulling off the dribble, rollin it wit--
You my man, 50 grand and all
But listen up, switch hands, go left with the ball
Them crybabies got mad then I left with the ball
Cause I be pulling off the dribble, rollin it with the ball
It don't grow on trees but I be picking it off
Pulled the peel after that, it's the flick and the toss
In the can or out the car window pumping up the volume
Shorty in the grand am saying Chuck, what is y'all doin?
Finna go bout to hit the store
Either that or sail a boat rollin up another garcia
Pull it over on Chuck maybe dog, I'll see ya
You ain't heard? Me and Mike the bees knees around here
Bees sting, the buzz hornet, wasp, beetles I'll be it
And see it like a fly's eyes blinking five times in a row
And I'm out, here I go, hear me out
Chuck is dope, tell the pope
Man what else you wanna know?
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
People always wanna know where do I be at?
Where I'm is, yo I'm on the porch chillin at the crib
If you got a question about dope shit
What it is, let a n***a know tell me how you feel
People think Phil put Jordan on the map
Matter fact, them words ain't goin where I'm at
And with that, everybody on the planet where you at?
Just let your head bang like there's hammers in your hat