It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I let go Niggaz knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler Triangular, push-up the strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the Now let his punk ass go, out below It's a tale of two cities, out when the sun go down We officially not around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a in a pine box With my fresh pressed in a slingshot So heat box all day in a face And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda
Call it what you wanna it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Yo, I'm in the zone and gone Got the spot blown, boom, Watch the aroma, catch who love me My underground dirty cats on buggies
I be the type to take your watch and it Kidnap T.Lewis and Jam on it Yo, I a nigga head till his neck pop Do a to a "black cop"
X and E's, out for Get the money, while you broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in any Sunday With J. name the spot, make it hot
(I E so much right now) Blow it hooker bounce Come off the ropes J.Snooka Two fly motherfuckers you can't widdit Backed by open bar, so forget it
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it gotta put no extras on it
J McEnroe, cam smashin', party I eat MCs like a I'm sockin' niggaz in goatees I leave you stiffer than fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, ten G's we need a bag of weed (can you it?) Now we need ten dimes to blow on deez wind chimes Time to close the blinds you all in mines
I a bottle for the session and did not share it Drink so much Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the alkaholik challenge and your balance You underground, we water, drinkin' liquid by the gallons
Slurred words, double vision, bustin', head rushin' I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches And rush the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit
on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I with the microphone, bang rhymes consistent You wack and I'm catash and the motherfuckin' difference
For instance, "21 and over" set clocks back standin' where the rocks at Two thousand one, we still young guns restless (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And that's the motherfuckin' guest
it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it