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[Ras Kass] Everything I say don't be yae yo Haters in batter rams, I slam Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth Flyin in boobies, silver six hundred Coup Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby Sop me up wit a biscuit, cuz you know it's all gravy Linquistical flow, I ain't Mystikal, but y'all ain't ready If a nigga don't rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and fatty Eat a dick, that's music to my balls, like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem Olajuwon How this black lil nigga get more head than a beauty salon Guam, blowin ya shit out like Chaka Khan For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five at they sexual peaks I'm fuckin three Tony's, like Rafael Saadiq And got a trick up my life, manufacturin cheese My matrix will triculate wit melodies Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the specie I'm tryin to die filthy, rich and ruthless, I'm easy See Austin niggas is know for flossin But I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the slossin [Chorus: Ras Kass & Curtis Daniels] It's so must that I smash when I mash for me Ask Cash -N- Gash, nobody ride for free Ooh Wee, they say Ras you a rider? I reply wit "Hell yeah, I'm a rider" I give it up for C. Austin That's the city north of Long Beach, South Western Compton They say Ras you a rider? I reply wit "Hell yeah, I'm a rider" [Ras Kass] Watch me catch bitches, the llama and the patch bitches Fuck sex whippin homey, don't even trip I never seen a hood wit a retirement plan to medical benefits I'm bout seein black folk wit chips, and hundred thousand dollars whips Instead of monkey see, monkey power rule feelin you wit banana clips I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics To sed it, to bet it all, genetic telekinetic brawl See I'm the difference between booty calls and blue balls Telethon wit Lou Rawls, and bevelin two percent off the top S-s-sorry, couldn't got to break mines off Decapitated, so where's he headed? I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily Put your tire on flat, and kill by a gat like Enis Cosby Ain't no problem hoe, recognize [Chorus] [Ras Kass] My tenant shoot pimpin is more like twenty shoot Cuz no woman love me like the wimmy do I write raps while pullin the lent off my nut sack You 50% butt crack, I mean half assed MC's we discover the mathematic format Beneath your north plan, I'm guaranteed to come will Like a reverse doormat, 64% Sega, 80 proof Congac, and toll free pagers I'm still comin out like I'm born babies wit hangers My crew consist of millionaires, failures and gang bangers The dangers of loaded language, my glock lick click Got it made, me no fillet, pay then sat out like sway Raid the police, cuz they sellin more crack then latinos and blacks See we knows the facts, how Europeans jack I'm sellin Native Americans gats so they can take they land back [Chorus 2X]
