1991

[Verse 1] Oo, la, la, la, hit the dip on your switch when you pop your twat French kiss a french bitch in the back of the yacht Classe presidential with the ill papa Aquire taste for that marmalade, ghetto koolaid Kick with your white friends think I like the creme brule Your name shante? would you be mad if I try to kiss the chocolate chante? Must, excuse my french I got a thing, got a thing for bilingual lips The kid kinda dope you can name your fix Only silly bitch niggas want to stick to the script Tend to pose, tend to pose when they click click click Tell the blind cop a stick and hop off my dick Why these broke rappers wanna rap bout these bricks Let me show you were I'm from and how to hit that lick Silly hoe, really niggas ain't for them tricks I stay humble, stay low till I run the shit One king, one ankh for a crusifix Lay dow the the dogs, wake up with the ticks Young rugga if you nice we can politic 90s nigga and the flow too nice Where I from is where the shoot that dice Young odb, young ob trice Young shotta with claps, get clapped clapped You don't wanna do that that that Man why they wanna go and do that that there Shark city you can get your dome. pat pat pat Bitch get your nigga, you can get you wig pushed back They ask how I do that there Young flow so tight, style just right Punchlines connect with the bars like dynomite Pyramids on olive, white Flow, type hard like hard egg white And if you looking for the bars I'm the stoner type Catch me in the beamer paint job midnight And crack a 40 and we hustle never see day light Can''t stop won't stop all I see is green lights But if a nigga really want it he can get it tonight Bands make me spit 5 k a fight Its three the hardway, I need more in my life nigga (money, power respect. all that shit) [Verse 2] Whats reallly good in holly wood Got an uzi clip for a bougie bitch For a bougie bitch my uzi spit Get a motherfucking taste when I grab your face I'm a smooth motherfucker when I put on my cape Spit flames batter up when I hit them with that venom venom Better get'em bars might benadrillem Lyrical murder to the rhythm of the boogey'd bang I'm bringing the heat. we can bang we can bang we can boogey'd bang Never swerve on a hoe if she come in my lane Keep your girl on lock might bang your dame Swear she just want dick and shrimp lo mein Couple forties, smoking the finest of things Middle fingers out the window money ain't a thing Call me young Phil Jack, I gotta couple of rings, couple of rings When you come to my city better ask for the king They call me pyro but Im a major pain They hating on me but I'm stating facts I'll smack a nigga face with a couple of stacks You want to go to war you go to war with the pack I got shooters out Norfolk where the scoop lay at Used to Dilly dally when it came to the raps Untill I took the game over with a couple of track (couple tracks, couple tracks Used to dilly dally when it came to the raps Until I took the game over with a couple of tracks nigga)