Grandmaster Caz - Wrapped 2002 lyrics

[Hook] Yo it's the El baby baby The El baby baby The one that rocks it real well baby baby The El baby baby The El baby baby The one with all the clientele baby baby "Wrapped around the music" It's El One "Wrapper around the music is the sound of" "Y'all know the name" - Pharaohe Monch 'Simon Says' [Verse One] Well it's the bald headed beautiful Gold teeth removable Boxing fake rappers in like 9 to 5 cubicles Listen up, tune in to, Code Red the super crew 'Bout to blow worldwide, the whole planet's nuke-able My man Ak' will push back a few with you then puke with you Tell you that your girlfriend look cute with you then scoop her duke I got lots of personal issues I'm not a person to diss without lots of cursing and pistols Got a verse and it fits you It's all about wack rhymes And being a broke rapper that's most certain to hit you Me? I ain't the type to be trife and call collect I ain't trying to stay underground and get none of y'alls respect So while you sit at home cause you ain't heard from Rawkus yet I'll be chilling with Free on 106 and Park in sweats No gimmicks, just my everyday regular image With a little ice but eff' it God made cheddar for spending I like to take it straight but it taste better with lemon Why settle for one chicken when you can have several women? What you getting right now is a true veteran spitting Who loves the culture but I got a high standard of living If I ain't ripping I'm at the mall wasting cash At the club chasing a** or driving around wasting gas They call me El' I'm pushing 30 with a beer gut And still spitting rhymes that tear most of your peers up [Hook] [Verse Two] You want kindness and love? Roses, diamonds and hugs Eff that I cuss out chickens in line at the club El be hurting their little feelings, don't say "sorry" or nothing Why should I give a damn, that girl probably ain't crushing It's the 502 heads, and we some drunk bitter rappers We sober right now but we gon' drink liquor after We don't smoke crack c**aine or down a bunch of uppers We complain about hip hop and how y'all a bunch of s**ers Step to Code Red? You better have life insurance Fronting like you gangster but y'all mad white suburban Pa** mics or bourbon? I'll drink several shots of it My man Choc will hit, anything with a pulse in it I'm on that repulsive tip, not for shock value I run with compulsive kids who'll knock the snot out you I'll pay an A&R but not to come scout you Just gain your confidence and then gouge you with a scalpel I got a reputation as a short tempered cat yo I fell in love once but don't you ever mention that hoe And while you all worked up, fixing your lips to curse us I would've hit you worse but Wattz made me clean the verse up [Hook] [Outro: Grandmaster Caz] {x4} It's the El, the El, the one who rocks it well Taking all the fly girls to the motel