[Verse 1: MJG]
Here it is, drop the bass, got the pimps in the place
Pull the ladies through their gravy, shoot the scotch in their face
MJG, a rhyme writer with a passion for poetry
Whatever I write about, young trick, I must know of the
Subject I be writin' for the public, I don’t deny, cuss words
I use is of the truth can be heard in my rhymes
I'm droppin' the lyrics like a dime, so don’t step to me
With two cent trash, or your D-I-E
Quickly, I reach for my chicken and I roll it up
Smoke it up, and reach for another as I choke it up
Anxiously, talkin' slow ways with the B-U-D
Fly with me, and let the chicken mess up your memory
MJG, I'm doin' it with the quickness of Tennessee
And of the, Mound, and get a dose of the enemy
O-R-G-A-N-I-C-E-D, will forever be
Straight for me, the beat, the stage, the crowd, and the M-I-C
8Ball, the fat mack is here to back me up, slack me up
Aand once he grab the mic, he be actin' up
Reckon, while I'm checkin' all the suckers on my system
Tip, you're listenin’ to the lyrics of a pimp

[Chorus: LL COOL J]
Roll me up and puff me, and then I’ll anoint (He-he-hey)
Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey)
Roll me up and puff me, and then I’ll anoint (He-he-hey)
Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey)
Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey)
Roll-roll me up and puff me (He-he-hey)
[Interlude: MJG]
Oh yeah, we got 8Ball, the fat mack, the legacy
Doin' it for the girlies in Tennessee
Yo, 8Ball

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
I’m the lyric dropper, the Joe-stopper, the sucker popper
I'm kickin' it with my roadie, MJG-ah, the MC-ah
The master of ceremonies, the phonies are included
The suckers better run with the hustlers intruding
Your neighbor's a quickie stickie, C.A. Bollie's large
The Bud Smoker, the one that's dope for deaf or the hard
Don't step across this piff line, my category is defined
As being a hustler and my territory just became a rhyme
From the mind of an orange mouth veteran
Take out a sucker then go and look him for another one
Blaze the laser, man, that go my pager It must be your wife, that's right, I already
Hit it twice See, I'm the Fat Macca, the sucker attacker
I'm kickin' it with my rollies and we might smoke a sack-a
See, my name is A-Ball, I walk with the lip You're listenin' to the lyrics of a
Pill
And now I'm finna step up to the microphone
It's my homeboy the MJ G, you know what I'm sayin'?
So MJ G, where's that?
The sound of a boom is hittin' your heart like an avalanche
Easy to explain, I'm insane, I'm a bad man
Wraped in the mound, not a clown, so don't play with me, easily
I get tipped off in your D.I.E. W.A.G
The young black brother who pimply, rap game
Ain't got to make it clear that I'm havin' things, never changed
I just ain't the one to be sellin' out, yellin' out
Some trash that you don't wanna hear about this wide stride
Keepin' my backgrounds alive on the radio
And put on the street image stage show
When I flow, I might throw an image that's crazy
If you made me, your opinion might phase me
And you didn't, so I would assume that you keep them G
All to yourself, what your thoughts are supposed to be
Listen to the bass, keep the snare in a flash
With a flash to forever last my rhyme that moves fast
It's Quince, who just stole my old lady pocket book
Juke, when you hear my hard rhyme, pass me a book of tops
And let me get high as a raindrop
When I start kickin' chicken, tell me why I gotta stop
I ain't so witness my Memphis Pimp-ology
Don't like chicken when I smoke it, don't follow me
Hard black brother with a curl and a real limp
You're witness to the lyrics of a pimp