Understand it's the undercover game plan Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN) Yes sirry and put my hammer on a convoy Mix-A-Lot on the stage I'ma (ROUGH
a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac
is a slacker free zone And, where's my pencil? Go get your hard hat Here's a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw And a drill and lots of graph paper
the D's And some pissed, ?I got a disease? Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps on forty inch screens I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans Wanted a
light shine bright Now kill all the bullshit, cheap talk and lip service Jealousy and envy and undertone cursed in your verses Serve the purpose of a nigga living nervous Unsure and
snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block Then turn around and
that ladder Break my back for a slice of that American pie Yeah, that's why Well, I wear a hard hat, steel toed boots and leather gloves And my office is the front seat of a
enter We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer, looks like the work of a Masta Yo, somethin' in the street went, bang, bang Makin' it hard for you to do your
as a man and the land defines me A land where I stand and demand my rights free A man with a plan and the fans behind me A handful of Stans and the
pussy four times, do your duty Bustle up in this and tatted up Live and die for the West, but ain't had enough It's a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a "Nigga
up in this and tatted up Live and die for the west, but ain't had enough It's a hoo-bang thang, they say a 'nigga, where ya homey be? ' like (don't slow
word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and
brother Billy And a mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And
a bitch, distort a thug Separate the men from the women, like a divorce court judge I'm not a rapper I'm a rocker in a grunge band I'm supa' fly, One
I'm going in and fuck it when the beat drop Chorus: im going in (x4) and ima go hard (x4) bitch im going in (x4) and ima go hard (x4) Truth: Truth
: I'm goin in I'm goin in I'm goin in I'm goin in And ima go hard And ima go hard And ima go hard And ima go hard Drake: First off you know what it is