Microphone check one two
Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
Yo, whateva man
You ready to get drunk as fuck?
You, you sayin' somethin'?
Aiyyo, whateva man
Check it, Kool V
I keeps it bangin'
Keep it swangin'
Mike type of sangin'
Ohh-la-la, so what cha sayin'
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial, so what cha mean nigga
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out, it's like that? No doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aiyyo, can I be SWV? You the one nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga, hat I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin' comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people wavin' on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal star burst, lyrical expert
Your boom box better form a union
'Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
I keep it live no jive rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not, while we toke on this
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
You ready to knock this nigga out?
Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
You ready to start this shit off?
I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes
Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a slugin' ya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
You ready to roll this weed up?
You ready to rob this nigga?
You ready to fuck bitch?
You ready to guzzle this liquor?