[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
A balled for the blasé to which he can relate is enough to feed his soul which is a hot tamale
These impetuous thoughts make me a jumping bean
Toilworn arm lengths grasp for a pristine existence
They want a way to rid odd-balls like vets who neuter, to get the pewter
Policeman's aura is a centrifugal fuss
Contingent upon the social stimulus, which is us
What I do with words is what Kenzie do to sensi
Lofty windshield wipers fend off envy
I admit I felt parasitic when I did it
So when I get the day I always waste away
The taut hand-grip is fit to keep those with their fist clenched in position
My enmity's still standing
The only accepted one that's not thrash dancing
[Verse 2: Mikey Kim]
Uh, yeah
Dancing
Nah I'm just laughing, at your f**ing face
You a big dis-f**ing-grace
You ain't f**ing hating cause you hating on my race
Damn, 'bout to f**ing smack you, how does that taste
Nah, make me get the mace
Nah I'm just chilling, you ain't f**ing want this f**ing spice
Make you f**ing melt like ice
Nah, baby
Let me just f** you in the f**ing a**
You say, "Stop!", then I say, "Nah."
I'mma f**ing bounce-hop like a f**ing bunny
You ain't f**ing want it cause I get greens call that sh** money
Yeah, baby, got that f**ing sh** in my pocket
Got weed, high as a rocket
Yeah, let me pull it out, let me pull it out
Let me with the .38 like Peanut
Let me tell you what's f**ing up
Let me tell you, "You ain't got that f**ing roll game."
Blunts, you ain't got that.. Bob Marley roll game
Pete, f** out of here
Kenny Shin going in
Nah.. I'm just f**ing kidding around
But I don't care cause she comes back like a rebound but I'm f**ing with the sound
f**ing with this track
I don't care with my f**ing Black, yeah, Asian, yeah
f**ing coming, yeah, Caucasian
In this f**ing sh**
Nah we're just spitting, with the f**ing beats
Like the sun cause I just bring the f**ing heat
Yeah I just got to f**ing spit
Like ain't ain't free, some sh**'s f**ing ripped
But I don't really care cause you a prick
All the sh** I get is that what'll stick
Nah, icky
You don't f**ing want it cause you get that f**ing icky like Vicky
You ain't f**ing getting that Cosmo, Wanda
Panda
I don't really care cause I'm with my f**ing Kami-kaze
And f**ing Petey
Nah and Mikey
3-way, triple
And with the beanies
Ah, yeah, with the beanie
LRG, that's how I do
Hustle trees that's what I do
Hustle trees that's what I do
Keep it tangy like key lime pie!
Damn, we were going in, we were going in, let's play that sh**
Yeah
Life of Key Lime Pie
The summer's flying by