[Verse 1:Kayne West]I wish a motherfucker would
Speakin facts, we can rap
Let's get that understood
Yeah! Jizzle this baseball cap
The classic Moe Dee rap
Them wicked-ass people runnin radio stations
No justification, to these false accusations
What's the flavour of the rules they mandate
And to make matters worse, the eye witness news
And wanna-be rock stars on a blind date
Makes me and offer I can't refuse
When bitches see em' then they automatically choose
El queria tu direccion, yeah just your address
It's amazin the way that I've been blessed, I guess
It's been damn near a year, and life's got cold
Cash in my stash, bought my last on a 'Llac drop
Match the coat, for real I had the Avenue sold
Automatic, let and go right off of the top
But I just made a pit stop
I don't care what they say
I'm always scopin' her usually from far away
Give it up, come out ya fucking pockets
That school is a motherfuckin waste of time
I live to rip over the dirtiest and roughest cuts
Savour every minute of the summertime
Different from how some rhyme
What's up with your car sweetie?
From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti
My impression's otherwise cause it makes the girls flow
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
We gon' do a lil' somethin like this though
How they call the shots and they make the choice
When I heard my beat with the next man's voice
Or you gon'get'cha wig cracked, just like that
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
[Verse 2:Mikel St. Hilaire]
But I'ma be my little brother's keeper
Page 59, be weary of the water that sleeps
Heres the number to my beeper
Mouth dry from fear, unaware of homeboy and his peeps
To set the alarm, the deepest sleep of sleeps
P.D. back up for par Dolce jar
Now hey young world, from MIA to L.A
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
How long to sing this song
On the creep, staying deep for my Sureno land
And you knew something was wrong
Bump and grindin' to this cold song
You never, ever know how I'm coming
You can date it right back to the beginning
And now it hurts to be around or converse witcha
This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
'Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl, don't 'cha?
My heart beat, dirt concrete, I couldn't see
This hero came to set hip-hop free
And you gonna do shit?
The devils slick, gettin their head split
The house started shakin and we heard a kaboom
We used to be at Pam house sleepin' on the couch
The words that he spoke made the people assume
A door flung open, it's him, I stand from a crouch
You gettin all mad and got me sleepin on the couch
I get so bloody, I sit in, the dark alone
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done
I hit a dap to my thugs, Women get hugs
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
I, dabbled in drugs, in the gravel with thugs
Everything I done broke, Lil' Keke gon' fix
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
You might see me with a platinum Rolex
Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex