Richie Cunning - Live On The Drum Pt. II lyrics

[Intro] The Zen Buddha of the N-Judah [Verse: Richie Cunning] Yo, let me read off the trivia card Who the ill cat still rappin' gritty and card Go 'head, take a min, give up? Here's a hint Rich C, OG, from the city of fog Dawg, I was a solo smebbin' Back when wild 94 was wild 107 Back when Jerry and Joe was bay area legends Back when left field wasn't for Barry, it was for Kevin (OH!) Too many rookie a** dudes today Start flowin' not knowin' they got dues to pay Matter fact homie I ain't trying to hear your flow Unless ya started rapping over ten years ago You need beats? Dawg, I need ends Thats why all my best beats go to all my best friends You want one of ya own so you don't have to take 'em Do what I did kid, and learn how to make 'em Do your homework, study my style Get comfortable cause you gon' have to study a while In my overcast city feeling over joyed Smoking Superman kryptonite, soulja boy Son of the city, dawg, that's where my folks are Defender of the west you can call me the coast gaurd If you ain't hip to the 'sco, getting to hittin the boat And don't forget to not send me a postcard You rocking twenty four karats of velvet Your rappin' like your a** should be wearing a helmet Walk around strung out like a bunch of some strung out dope heads Fly girl, dance moves, Jennifer Lopez Shiny little sneakers and ya cartoon sweatshirt Look about as hard as the cartoon network Dawg, Ima tell you this the best that I can Take ya jammy-jams off and try to dress like a man I give a damn about ya VIP lounge I'm sitting on the train bumping "Critical Beatdown" I'll bring the afterparty up in ya broads house Light the piff, Michael Vick, "Who Let the Dogs Out"