[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