Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shinin, flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on
me everytime you trespass on my property I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me Possibly I rock
No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up,
' they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin' like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds
set Puncture your lung and inflate your chest I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody on Staten Island Don't touch that dial Ay yo, ay yo, my name's on your roster kid, I mean business
of the Bronx Streets of state in Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever fearsome shit check it out It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
motherfucker got on The whole white trash nation, rock rock on Now wait a minute, let's bring it back a little bit When you first started rappin, you was all on
Kid roll, Peter Rowe like Kennedy Friends with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies Some bitched, some snitched, some owed us dough Piss on the tombstone, write on
valid And before you try to say that that's a diss, I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
, on the block it's too hot You got my man shot, nigga run We wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing And not smilin' on the gate it'
This is hip hop/ rock'n roll rodeo let's go!!!! Verse III Big crowds to small crowds, any crowd We go town to town, bust many styles People smiling all across the island
t never seen nothing Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many
what I'm saying? Darkman stay on the street with a tool For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools Find yourself in a Hudson rocking
- Joe C. See me cruisin' in my caddy Ho's they like to call me "Daddy Cool" When I'm stylin' Just rollin on the island Now just in case I pack heat
let loose, see Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a Khufi The hundred-dollar kick rockin' kid's back for more Startin' gold wars, with black
rock We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental Damagin' your mental, from here to Sacramento This here groove was made for vintage freestylin' Feelin' like I?m chillin' on