[Intro]
Yeah
And we're back
Exhibit R
It's MI
Yeah
Hail up Jack Mason, famble
Yeah
[Verse]
I said what, you think man ah man's some panty?
Till I turn up to your show with the family
Uncle Douglas, Grandma and Stanley
Licking off shots to your chest like brandy
45 and the .38, that's handy
f**ed in the face like p**n star Candy
I don't wanna hear no talk about beat
Unless she's down for the hanky-panky
JD and coke with a touch of ice
I don't wanna hear no talk about shandy
These man are new to the game, can't stand up strong
That's why man ah call them Bambi
Got a little mixed-race ting
I met at the Brighton Pier, man, I call that Sandy
I don't wanna hear no talk about
Pumping weights in the gym when you're wearing panty
I don't wanna hear no talk about "let's do a tune"
If the bars that you got ain't catchy
Run in the dance, war cry like Scratchy
Original nuttah, MI Apache
When I was a yout, I didn't have much
That's why more time, my hair was nappy
Now that I'm older, I buy what I want
I don't wanna hear no talk about swammy
Said he was a shooter, can't be a shooter
Aim is weak, palms are clammy
I don't wanna hear no talk about greaze
Really and truly, life, happy
What do you know about rolling around
With a square of food in a stolen cabbie?
I was in XYD in Catty
Go and ask Dealer, Dazer, Matty