ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks
B, Heavy D, Mouthburnin Craig G, Shy rap version, TRUE SCHOOL Rock Box, Run Dmc, true hip hop Before Biggie and 2pac got shot, there was Scott La Rock
Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo,
me crazy And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques Quicker than one time Jack Black
't White Castle But I'm what you crave I need you all to feel me here Guys and girls in the front and rear Knock 'em out the box and jack it up Turn
're palmdale (It ain't over 'til the fat man sings) Dale (Little rock can't get none, what, what, what) You're palmdale Dale, you're palmdale (Little rock
shoulda stepped when I warned 'em I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California I'm just anxious to whoop some ass I went to high school, but I flunked
of these fools got tricks in they boxes So I blocks it, pull they whole set out the socket Tha Alkaholiks rock shit Any which way man I got shit The
Young Money we outta school but we got chemistry!! (Young Money muthafucka) Young spitter, young mane, young cop, young mob, tez pole We don?t past the rock
embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me That's why they never holla when it's show time, gimme I spit poison like a black snake bit me Guns up in the
how we roll Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back The game weak, I'ma pick up slack Hands high like a stick-up jack, fuck your borin
wear them fuckin' Pro Keds My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters In the middle school
lights gonna come comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock
gotta go, I gotta go Yo Dres, it's your turn Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn Step into the booth and give 'em proof That black sheep don't need Jack
If they can't mc then they got to go Now everybody light it up now ho... Take it deep inside your body and breathe... Let it out [verse 2] Rock rock
starts with the sweetest dreams Livin' long life, livin' beautiful scenes Make a million dollars wearin' gold an' jewels Drive a big black Benz or a
Michael London never mix meat with dairy Maybe they shoulda called that show Little Kosher House on the Prairie? We;ve got Jerry Lewis, Ben Stiller and Jack Black