Aight, just put that beat on, son, the shit is banging, son
Which one?
The one Buck gave you, son
(Something new, man)
I'ma kick some shit, son
Aiyyo, twist some of that
(Niggaz gone down the road to the way to get a new blunt)
Yo, put the towel, put the towel under the door, son
(Got it, man)
C'mon man, you just walked in here, man, put the shit up
Yo, fix the smoke alarm, duke
Word up, man, what the fuck?
Yo, man, fuck that
(Yo, yo, you, remember what happened last time)
That's what I'm saying, man, a motherfucking new here
Got that, man
Check this out, the fucking hoe
Get the fuck outta here, man
Word up, word up
Just kick some T A W L to the Sean
Drop bombs, makes me holier than Qurans
Or Bibles, Sean's your idol upon my arrival
Upon earth, I was blessed at birth
With these fucking recitals
Who wanna test my skills?
Niggaz best to chill or leave here with my testicles
The shit's ill, it sounds like that so
Ruck and Rock represent 'cause we let your brainz blow
Check it out, yo, who's that nigga over there, Rockness?
Rappers be acting like they queer, they need to stop this
Or I attack from the rear, make your locks twist
Like titties, when broads take off they brassiere
You drop quick
Swimming up in your subconscious, it's me
Bummy Jah come to regulate, so call me MP
Make punani puke, throw up your dukes
If you got the heart to test the lyrical rocket launcher
Fuck your shotgun
I got tons that shine, any man call him, yo
Yo, yo, yo, don't open that shit, man
Yo, yo, get the, fuck that ain't the fucking knock, man
Get the fuck, fuck that, don't open, don't open that shit
Fuck that ain't the fucking knock, man
Yo, let me in, nigs, let me in
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