Hoc N Pucky

[Produced by J Dilla] Yo, plea-plea, plea-plea, please listen to my demo I got a flow that goes, ain't nobody droppin no lyrics Niggas they fear me because I represent Jah Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car Blah blah blah blah blah blah-weee, yo My momma told me that these niggas tried to rob her at the liquor sto' Check me out, HOOO, RAHHHH, ahh Check me out, uhh, check me out HUHHHH, what you want, ahh Yo check me out, check it out UHH, check ahh (Why does it have to be so damn tough) MON-STAHH IS RAW! TOUGH! Rough enough to crush a nigga's tree trunks Aww my man, no time to think what she wants I'll be damned, Stan, remember we ran Eveywhere, God damnit I said we ran Across streets... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt There go my pager blowin up with the beautiful beats What did your momma see, {?}, fat-ass Really, shoul have, slapped ya ass, silly Dis is my shit, let's torture my niggas OOOOH, God damnit I said OOOOH Do you know the things that I can do to you? I can make you cry like your momma do And for the wild, my style, is monumental As my flow, is fuckin up, instrumentals I leave it superbad cause I know he know Take it easy, they don't they don't (they don't) They don't they don't They don't - they don't they don't (they don't) They don't they don't They don't - they don't They - they - they - they - they...