Flute Loop

{I ain't goin' no place Move? Me?!} Give it up and you don't quit Like that y'all pop some more shit So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up Cause I get funky like diaper rash (nah) And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal {Music to rock the nation Music to rock the nation} Uh, uh, check it out Uh, leave it out A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my Grape Ape I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button And I get my fill and you can't say nothing More soul on this train than Don Cornelius Got the mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus Just getting on the mic at the monthly function The wires hitting switches connected at the junction Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it And so the story goes on and on Down in SD50 'til the early morning {Music to rock the nation Music to rock the nation}