Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice
Iand'ma sip on it check it out
I got a rhyme you got a rhyme
But my rhyme is better than yours
(repeat 2x)
U a c they get they pand's and
No i.d. be gettin his pand's and
The late show they get they pand's and
Professanots they get they pand's and
Peep the maneuver how bout the heim lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck coon
Iand'm the shit youand're shit out of luck, tough
Iand'm the act to follow, housing kids like ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows i change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng
I draw a crowd like blood with the and'pint ofand' technique
And everybody there be like, andquot;yeah!andquot;
Cause cainand't near a nig datand'll say and'whoomp, there it isand'
Iand'm like a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, andquot;com-mon!andquot; thatand's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, iand'ma fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you canand't cut the mustard
So whereand's the beef, jerky?
Iand'm as worthy as james, not that good with names
But i do remember your face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got moand' many moand' many moand' many moand' flavors
Donand't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-iand'm-a-hood takin niggaz
Under
On the tundra, cause andquot;theyand're plain, theyand're plainandquot; (fantasy island)
Iand'm on a plateau that is fat so
Itand's just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How i land, iand'm grand like a finale
Iand'm goin back to cali (why?) cause cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo dart this is a sickness
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-da
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-da
South side, rock on and
The west side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta rock on and
The east coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you gotta rock on and
Ah down south, you gotta rock on and
Check it... andquot;now you can go!andquot;
Mister pussy emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you pussy mc!
Steppin to me, with them dirty feet youand'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, iand'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap done been through
So much itand's in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So i figure like a father... that iand'ma turn this mutha out
But common you ainand't hittin in new york
I donand't know what you thought hops, but chief i got tall props
Some cats think iand'm six feet iand'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin iand'm six-foand', my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, andquot;why your titties saggin?andquot;
Put your nipple to the bottle i bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist
Ring the alarm, i got charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this
Didnand't you, didnand't you... and it, and it, and it
And it donand't stop, bust it
andquot;gotta crew ya better tell emandquot; --andgt; keith murray
