Max Bill - G.M.C. lyrics

Party people know the name, Vik with a "k" If it's all the same, if it ain't don't bother Told the little monster, "No I ain't yo' father It's Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I'm gettin' dizzy And close the door, can you see ya momma busy?" What a scoundrel! Ga**ed up the town fool to go rob the crown j**el He's like a lego megalomaniac Who's into electronic and techno, a real brainiac Smack-dab in the hip hop gold rush V, rather the old stuff Preferably the Cold Crush It gets deeper than Deepak Chopra Except he keep a stack and some cheap a** vodka Knee-cap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center At least he always hits who he meant ta Remember he got a short fuse and bad temper And a plan to claim emperor by December Member of the most player-hated race Who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face If I cut her off I might miss her And one of these days, right in the kisser She probably get mad at me, I bet ya It gets her nowhere like flattery She said, "Where were you last Saturday? And don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery" Don't make me have to bling you Or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu He told her, "When the ?gem paper tear off? It'll probably tear her ear off before y'all even square off" No good good-for-nothin k** her high for no frill like 'Good Will Huntin' He feels out a place like bizarro Fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charro It's Vaughn, he's back on And you know he don't care like Jimmy Crackcorn Wax off, wax on Tried to raise taxes on cracks and black p**n Another year pa**es Gone are the days when he used to wear gla**es Now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts These crews is too soft He came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off They don't really wanna battle All they gon' do is get mad and go tattle Tell 'em a retard said it He ripped up the WE CARD sign and jetted You gotta give us three card credit Even though at times he can be hard-headed Yeah, the main thing, creams by all means and harebrained schemes The lord's performance was flawless He rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless The broad he was with was gorgeous The only flaw he saw was she cause a n***a more stress Not trying to diss her But I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her Hell, I made it momma Grammy for the world's most celebrated rhymer Dead the drama, ?scama?, 4 G's of pizzy from Bahama V, the lead brown man And never count your chickens before you read SoundScan What about mom and pops? They might as well cooperate and wait 'til the bomb drop Get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage V, not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage