Intro- What we gonna do right here is...... Yeah, yeah, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on Check it out, check it out Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic? WHO IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER?
Psycho Les- It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH! One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin' Now you want to press rewind I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk! Da Doom Doom, Do Doom
Fashion- Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills But Queens is like the area I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black! Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit
Chorus 4x
Fashion- Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues Soul like a mother got the funk on lock You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks
Grand Puba: Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint Grand time to represent flava so strong Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit! So let's get down with one of New York's finest Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!) It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?
(Chorus 5x)
Right now you're as high as a junkie with a hundred-dollar habit...
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