Jack Mason - Exhibit R lyrics

[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