Verse {Plasthic Slash} I plant my feet in the concrete jungle, survey the scenery Shirt got no sleeves, let us proceed to chase the greenery Chill, my ninja, vet doing a stick-up got pistols Too much ginger will get you in a bit of a pickle I big up the people except the snitches, parrots that did tha most Gold on the neck, gun in hand attitude, carrot and stick approach String of sausages show hypertension not the food chain Veins on my dick is wood grain, said b*tch that give me good brain Had no single love for that dame, I said we poles apart But Cupid's arrow had some ouabain, that's how she stole my heart Do your thing King Terry, the people feeling ya No be beans to buss sixteen, ephebophilia
Hots for mamas, lots of ballads but watch your palace If you got cream, queens will eagerly toss your salad I'll be lost in Dallas before you find me kissing Tec's ass A puff, they go, "holy cow", I got the best grass If a goon let's word of my passage just escape his vestibule I shoot up his cabbage, if he survive, he'll be a vegetable They heard my racket's off the wall and I'm positive It's 'cause I ball with sacred cows that they wanna squash the beef The couch potato in the house, he lays low, style's fuego It burns all emcees that's come out Soweto and South Tobago Check the lyrics mano a mano, the god the cleverest But I might have sow poblano before the pepper rest