to the curb with the mad cow meat Face in the bars of a regular cell When he woke up high in collectible hell Boom town kid who was taught by the binge
Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress Now I've come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good
and go at the same time) Girls (Afroman yeah Afroman) I like the girls A man I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood when I was a little kid, check
attack cum and go at the same time) Girls (Afroman yeah Afroman) I like the girls A man I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood when I was a little kid
have it, then I gotta have it (Say what?) [Ahmad] It's the return of the incredible man who stands firm and rips up fakes without a cape I'm great, I paid dues, kid
VERSE 1] Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'Heavy' like that 'Blue Funk' Niggaroe, Westcoast kid
your DJ can hit it It's time to clean out your locker And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker '
through your ass like a laxative Huh I could get drastic Like Rupaul swing that dried dick I get aggy when I hit I get you boombastic Cause Akinyele only give you boom
She's still got those pretty eyes Like she did in school The first time that she looked at me My heart went ka-boom Today I saw that look again On sale
through the hood with me You might be surprised of what you see Like Flaco, sniffin' up the coca Or a bitch who suckin' dick for a rock, we call her loca A little kid
and for me all they have is blank stares And I can just see it now, me jumpin' off the stage right into the crowd I beat the shit out of a kid and when
in, was harder than backgammon DJ's would scratch back to back from boom baps And rappers with real raps, could drop shit real fat But now kid, as I recollect
Capones Yo the flow is obnoxious, Might want to hold your nose I just let one go And if so, gonna make you nauseous Aw shit, auspicious spit, College kid
line" "Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "Get off the coke!" [Chorus: Slug] We came here to slit your throat You came here to sniff some coke Kid
You want to slow dance with me? C'mon You can just say no You ain't gotta be a douche about it I was just a kid, she was just a kid Lost in the mix,
I'm at war, raw is the only way I play it You think you was on NBA Jam, you hear that choppa Go Blakka-ga-blakka, Boom-shakka-laka-laka It get know -
up, listen up kid Listen up, check the word Listen up, listen up, listen up kid Listen up, check the word Listen up, listen up, listen up kid Listen