A.L.T. - Props lyrics

* hidden track following "I'm Flippin'"; album pre-censored before release [A.L.T.] {*clears throat*} Check, one, two Uh, mic check, one, two Mic check One, two {*clears throat*} One, two (Main Verse) Run Like you were in a track meet Better take the backstreets Take them wack rhymes and them wack beats And vacate the [{*motherf**in'*}] premesis You knew Jack Ass got a hard [{*dick*}] and blemishes Cause I'm the rat, you're the cheese, but not a cheesy rat I'm twelve and O, and all K.O., yo, that's my [{*f**in'*}] stat So picture that with a camera Don't test my stamina I get ill, I'm Godzilla that [{*f**ed up*}] Gamera Cause I'm a time bomb and the fuse is All out So ring the alarm, so the troops, they better Fall out And call out, the weapons Stevie, hook the format Cause my civilization's all that So peace with no stops, and peace to mom and pops And here's a couple of bars to address my props Peace to Lighter Shade Of Brown and Silvia Rome To Cypress Hill and my management Buzztone And, yo, props go out to my homie Jerry Davis And props to Darryl cause the shot that he gave us Peace to Funkdoobiest and Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E The Funky Aztecs And the magazine Lowride The Baka Boyz, Tony G. and O.B.D Power, Ruba Hitman And Hispanic MC's Props to Mellow Man Ace and Das-EFX Peace to BMG because they write my checks To Geraldo And peace to Ronnie Row, too To Kid Frost and the homie Will Roc, and Power Rule Utaka The funky House Of Pain To Daddy Freddy and the Joker, and the Tattoo Gang To Latin Alliance and the Grimlin of the Zulus [{*Son of a b**h*}] I forgot my crew Peace to Poet T. and the Bronze And yo, peace to Showbiz And Mike Greene They got it goin' on And yo, my name, is A.L.T [A.L.T.] Dude, did Did I forget anybody Let me see, G {*clears throat*} Let's see, let's see Oh yeah The [{*motherf**in'*}] west The [{*motherf**in'*}] west The [{*motherf**in'*}] company that is the best East West And I'm out