Yeah yeah yeah
Fuck all these niggas
You know what I'm talking about Wino
Yeah yeah yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
And I ain't no punk
That's right that's right

A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap your CD and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna' I'm still bending cornas'
Bucking shots on your block and sipping on Corona's
Uuhuhuuh your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide
Sitting in the barn with no alarm
Straight up collected it cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm
Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless
Had to be passing out bruises lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss
Before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!"
Part of the penitentiary still penetrating your grill
I keep on keeping it right while you keep on keeping it real
I'll bring the treble and the bass to dilapidate your waist
Coolio's on the case get yo ho out my face fool
La-di da-di (La-li) I don't know karate but I know ka-razor
And none of y'all can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me
And busta's wanna playa hate me I'm one of the dopest niggas out I
Guess that's why they hate me
'Cause I slang hits like niggas slang cavi
I remain like khakis I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me
My shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit mo batta' (Might be the F)
Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk text readily selected so check it
Uuhuhuuh dip diver socializer I've been rocking
These motherfucking microphones
Since nineteen seventy-niner (Nineteen seventy-niner)
And by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My shit is wise CPT M.C. for hire
My name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire (Fire)
So what's your desire baby love? (Why you’re doing?)
Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumping and I'm dipping
Still tennis shoe pimping 40 Thevz in position
Fee-fi-fo-fum now nigga I'm a giant and yo ass is like Jack
But yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz you ain't even like Cadillac
You mo like a Regal I'ma Pitbull and you's a Beagle
I'm set to strangle hanging emcee's at all Angles
As their legs start to dangle
Dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles Compton Long Beach and Carson Hawthorne
Living with the Watts some sending out shout outs
I used to drink Ol' Gold (Gold) now I just stroll (Stroll)
Straight to the X.O. section of my neighborhood liquor store (Store)
Huuhuah and you know what make me laugh bitch?
Even your mama want my autograph......