[Verse 1]
Stunts are a man's best friend
Ask any man, he'll say with a grin
Young or old or boys or men
Forty ounce or a gla** of gin
Sitting in a club carrying a pen
Fronting with a girl every now and then
Scheming on a way to hit the skins
Stunts are a man's best friend
In the subway or riding in a Benz
Whether four eyes or contact lens
Sipping Moet or drinking Heineken
Some like dark, some like light-skinned
Some have one, and some have ten
Some still are and some have been
I'll play the rooster, you play the hen
Stunts are a man's best friend
[Verse 2]
Gotta put the herb in the blunt
You can use Bambú, if that's what you want
Only 50 cents, don't try to front
Hawaiian buds, yeah that's what I want
Doctors say your growth will stunt
If you smoke, but some say it's junk
Whether you're a trooper or some young punk
You gotta put the herb in the blunt
With the homeboy or chillin' with a stunt
Puffing on buddha, cess, or skunk
Gives a kick like a football punt
So much money has been spunt
Much much more than Donald Trump's
I hope my boom spot doesn't get bumped
As I listen to Thelonious Monk
I gotta put the herb in the blunt
[Verse 3]
The hip-hop legacy will always last
To know your future is to know your past
Thanks Kool Herc, Grandmaster Flash
Afrika Bam, whose jams were a blast
Cold Crush Four, nobody could pa**
Grand Wizard Theodore, whose hands were fast
Fantastic 5, who left with the cash
Busy Bee, who crushed up the hash
The Treacherous Three, no one surpa**ed
Jeckyll and Hyde, whose life was fast
The Fearless Four, they made a splash
Force MCs, made the party last
The Jazzy Five, yeah they had a smash
The Funky 4, at a neighborhood bash
Yo back then it wasn't done for the cash
I hope the legacy continues to last, yo I'm out