to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just
T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies
block, just like I was a squirrel In a world full of nuts, damn I'd probably be mad even if I called him Uncle Sam So bring dough to the Goodie Mo-B T
You might be fly, but I'm a hawk, you'se a pigeon My lyrical equipment like the stuff NASA got You should-a would-a could-a, like them seven astronauts
hit while you was makin a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K - "Know" one here
my Prada I'ma rock the ice When the Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes Fronted
a Q-45 Infinit It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see but reality struck
, he don't deserve to make Sippin clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways Listenin close, to every word in case they violate Up in the projects Apartment 5D Spark a
say we were a fad but fad don't add reggae We played by the D-Day, eveyday, Eve's day Capital D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo
mind) He's a baller, (he's a baller) He's my man, shot caller, (shot call) He's a freak, freak, I'm a freak, freak, (I'm a freak) We freak, freak, all
reverse it [backwards 2X] (Come on) If you a fly gal get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let's make a toast-a Let
real, man [Mo] Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo' [Missy] You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'? [Mo] Yo, this ain't no game This is not a game
them Ziplocks, ounces of weed, countin some G's up in this bitch spot, a nigga like me, I don't do tight tees or flip-flops, been a goon since the womb
all of those that seem to want to try a MC Lyte tape in your Benzi box What can I say? Hey, thanks a lot Cause I'll flip and trip and do all that good
back wit some heat B-boys and girls, DJ's and MC's To my nine-to-five, hustlas keep doin your thug d's I keeps a balance in this rap game cuz it's all
take a second Matter fact, you should take four B And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P [Chorus] [Verse - Snoop Dogg] I'm a gangsta, but y'
better not pull dat shit out in atl no more We gonna blow dat shit up... 911 on dat muthafucka You a bitch nigga You never lived a ragular life nigga Yus a
trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-st-stutter, motherf-cker? F-ck them all, he's just A whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time a