To all the stupid in the house You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before You said they couldn't do it but This is for Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two: Grand Whiz and Little Jimmy (indecipherable) That you are now in the place to be we gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005 Kickin' it live speed 'Cause I got it locked and dealin' And you are sick of all them rappers bitin' their rhymes Because we nee-need back stabbers When it comes to me and my associate Kenny Muhammad And there is no proof there And they are sick because we know how fuck the product Weeeeeeeee We crossed We're in the P-P-Paul mix We're the big bomb I wish I knew more than I could ever wish to know And to show you some clear soul (damn straight) So all you know the man says it would go a little something like this
Oh La-di-da-di-da-di We likes to party-party We always causin' trouble-trouble Bothering everybody We are just some men up on the mic When-when we grab the pitch YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT Fuck all of y'all who's going to Hell Just keep on smilin' and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin' And that's what we create, because that be our mission So listen close to what we say Because (what) this type of shit it happens everyday (what) this type of shit it happens everyday (what) this type of shit it happens everyday
I woke up around two in the mornin' Did a lot of coke, strechin', yawnin' Went into the BATHROOM to wash up Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch I said, mirra, mirra, on-on the wall, who be the top-choice of-of them all? There was a rubble-rubble-dubble Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said...
You are, you conceited bastard! Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef And so I washed off the soap and I brushed the gold teeth I ch-ch-changed my clothes, spiked my hair I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne Fresh-dressed like a million dolla's I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla' Stepped out the crib, stopped short Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn Shit I forgot my fuckin' Cango
Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley, (uhh-huhh) God damn bitch played hard to get So I said, what's up girl, you look like shit Don't cry, dry your eye Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight Because her mom stepped up from behind Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet Slammed the girl on the hard concrete Oohhhh bitch was strong, momma's gone Something seemed wrong, now what is goin' on I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her She said, if I can't have you, she can't eitherrrrrrr
She grabbed me hard, around my cock her arm broke out cause I had the chicken pox Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said, Why don't you give me some play Stop avoiding me like you is gay I wet my pants whenever you say Oohhh bitches love me cause they know that I can Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid Oohh on and on and on and on and... (word) whatever (shaka-zulu)
I said, (played out) I'm gonna give her a kiss I said, you can't have me, I am too young for you miss She said, no you are not, then she starts to cry I said, I'm 18 and she says stop lying Seriously, go ask mother And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrrr Pow
Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad The Human Orchestra I'm not jokin' ya know He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin' With the hardcore verbal beatery Beat box criminal, top of his catagory That's a little something special for your Mindless CDTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
