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[Ras Kass] Everything I say don't be llello Haters in batter rams, I slam Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome knock offs And malt liquor bottle Molotovs Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth Flyin' in Booby's silver 600 coupe Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby Sop me up wit a biscuit, cuz you know it's all gravy Linquistical flow, I ain't Mystikal, but "Y'all ain't ready" If a nigga don't rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and 'fedi Eat a dick, that's music to my balls Like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem Olajuwon How this black lil nigga get more head than a beauty salon Guam, blowin ya shit out like Chaka Khan For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five at they sexual peaks I'm fuckin three Tony's, like Raphael Saadiq And got a trick up my life, manufacturin cheese I make tricks matriculate with melodies Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the speezie I'm tryin' to die filthy rich and +Ruthless+ like Eazy C-Arson niggas is know for flossin' But I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the Slauson [Hook: Ras Kass & Curtis Daniels] It's a must that I smash when I mash for me Ass, cash, and gas, nobody ride for free OohWee, they say, "Ras, are you a rider? I reply wit', "Hell yeah, I'm a rider" I give it up for C-Arson That's the city north of Long Beach, southwest of Compton They say, "Ras, are you a rider?" I reply wit', "Hell yeah, I'm a rider" [Ras Kass] Watch me catch, Del Amo and the patch bitches Fuck set trippin', homie, don't even trip I never seen a hood wit' a retirement plan or medical benefits I'm 'bout seein black folk wit chips, and hundred-thousand dollar whips Instead of monkey see, monkey piru peelin' you wit' banana clips I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics To set it, to bet it all, genetic telekinetic brawl See, I'm the difference between booty calls and blue balls Telethon wit Lou Rawls, and bevelin two percent off the top S-s-sorry, Clinton got to break mines off Decapitated, so where's he headed? I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily Put your tire on flat, and killed by a gat like Ennis Cosby Ain't no "probably," ho: Recognize me [Hook] [Ras Kass] My tennis shoe pimpin is more like twenty shoe Cause no woman love me like the Remy do I write raps while pullin' the lint off my nutsack You 50% butt crack, I mean half-assed MC's rediscover the mathematic format Beneath your Norplant I'm guaranteed to come well Like a reverse doormat, 64 bit Sega, 80 proof Cognac And toll-free pagers I'm still comin' out like unborn babies wit' hangers My crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers The dangers of loaded language, like cocked heat Got it made, me known for laid, paid, then shot out like suede Raid the police, cuz they sellin' more crack then Latinos and blacks See, we knows the facts, how Europeans jack I'm sellin' Native Americans gats so they can take they land back [Hook 2X]
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