Well, i got more bounce to the fuckinand' bump and
Then you want to know why itand's and'cause iand'm motherfuckinand' truckinand'
Iand'm in the pocket just like grady tate
I got supplies of beats so you donand't have to wait
and'cause iand'm the master blaster drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet and'cause it has to
So light a match to my ass and'cause iand'm blown up
Iand'd like to thank the people for just showinand' up
But now i want yand'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And iand'm smurfinand' not rehearsinand' gettinand' live yand'all
A little puffy so you now what iand'm doinand' right
and'cause thatand's the kind of mind iand'm in
I got a feelinand' thatand's back again
So donand't touch me and'cause iand'm electric
And if you touch me youand'll get shocked!
Youand've got the boominand' system but itand's blasting out doo-doo
You think itand's chocolate mild but itand's watered down yoo-hoo
Iand've been through many times in which i thought i might lose it
The only thing that saved me has always been music
Weand've got our own studio the son of the g
Itand's no question lifeand's been good to me
and'cause life ainand't nothing but a good groove
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man the groove merchant
Coming through with beats for which iand've been searching
Like two sealed copies of expansions
Iand'm like tom vu with yachts and mansions
The logo i sport is the face of the monkey
Union made ben davis quality itand's no junk see
My chrome is shining just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle
So many wack m.c.and's you get the t.v. bozack
Ainand't even gonna call out your names and'cause youand're so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldnand't finish
and'cause writinand' rhymes to me is like popeye to spinach
Iand'm bad ass move your fat ass and'cause youand're wack son
Dancinand' around like you think youand're janet jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
Iand'll pull the rug out from under your ass as i talk on
Iand'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an m.c. at the fever in the d.j. booth
With your headphones strapped youand're rockinand' rewind pause
Tryinand' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper i got more to come
One after another you can all get some
So you better take your time and meditate on your rhyme
and'cause your shitand'll be stinking when i go for mine
And thatand's right yand'all donand't get uptight yand'all
You can say shit because youand're biting what i write yand'all
And thatand's wrong yand'all over the long haul
You canand't cut the mustard when youand're fronting it all
