Big G - Uncle GA Cypher lyrics

[Intro: All] Yo, it's Uncle Grandpa And Pizza Steve Mr Gus Belly bag, you best believe We come to bring the heat, while we pop rock Hotter than your favourite hot sauce [Verse 1: Pizza Steve] Yo, it's Pizza Steve, aka PS When I'm on the mic, I be fresh Straight from the oven, hate it or love it My cheese is thick, and my crust is rugged [Verse 2: Uncle G] Good morning, it's your Uncle Grandpa I can rap on the mic with my pants off I got a sick ride, it's called the RV Where's the mustard for my hotdog party? I like to help kids by using my magic Hey wait a second, check out this hat trick It makes me fly I'm a cool guy I like sour cream on my blueberry pie Now I'm almost done with my rhyming So stick around for my book signing [Verse 3: Belly Bag] It's your favourite friend, belly bag! I got loads of fun from toys to smelly rags But my favourite thing is to make mouth noises So listen to me, with me and my mouth noises (Beat boxes) [Verse 4: Big G] Yo it's Mr Gus, call me Big G I put words together intricately You can't mess with this dino flow Pay close attention or my rhymes will go Over your head, like a helicopter Tell your doctor to quell the opera of pain That you will experience If you step to Gus, cause Gus will get furious The waters run deep and I'm the deepest Profound sound better than the weakest Big G crushes foes who deserve the meat fist But I'm chill at the F, and on the weekends So as I end this verse, let me just say That the Big GA crew get underway Wait hold up Who wants to join the cypher? It's Gaint Realistic Flying Tiger! *record scratches*