Going Swell

[Verse: Quelle Chris] Yea yea, I say what up, hello Take a few pinches, down a pitcher then pick up and go It’s so overly O of C P-R-S-N-O-P-C-N-A-O-B-S around Oh ha, I guess you noticed the crown What’s starklin’ in it with you feminine emcees now? Or how, I don’t even know how LA Metro P, on your beats I don’t ever slow down Peace up to them brothers Sko And peace up to them lil bro Mo Yea all those OCs keep that bowl smell That oil drip ripper make your lungs swell It’s going swell, sweller than Warren G And they dark [?] on the ladies headed to the hotel God’s body, unbreakable, no frail Afro-asiatic mind, [?], oh well This devil dollars, I don’t mind man I handle bidness, I don’t rhyme man I hear that sellout shit all the time man But you ain’t makin’ no money, what you doin’ it [?] for? We made it all this way without suckin’ no dicks Check the track record, every lease is alliance To every dollar that I get I’m deservin’ that grip And when I say you hate your bitch be servin’ that shit ‘Scuse my French Had to leave you losers behind, excuse the bench Keep it one hundred and funky, excuse the stench I don’t think you deserve a cent, this dude’s the Grinch You don’t say shit about Q, Q’s a saint Q do it so thorough, you dudes just can’t Smoke, mask cologne, pardon the dank Maybe one day you’ll be dope enough to be part of the greats Greats, nigga (The ABC's of offence is essential to any system of self-defence)