yo um girlies girlies come over here cuz i know ya adorn me og like birdie above the rims still rock overrals and black timbs ask them whos the best on the mic no flex no plex on to the next *** of another kitten hittin' n wishin' for death upon thise foes who used to doubt us and no shows now im makin' about two point four millies a year everybody stood up just to hear the naughty by nature sound pound for pound i buck em down quick to scoop ya out the scene count my mints fresh green mean and hung n lean can u see what i mean? jamboree and everybody celebratin' so go on with that hatin' we still.makim' hits like its 1991 when i first heard my *** weighs a ton i.understood im public enemy number one so here i go here i go like Mystikal to break my lyrical enigma its gonna take a miracle!!
you can run but ya cant hide from the lyrical homocide strikes like ocean tide split emcees into two like jekyll and mr hide oops watch for that slide upside ya head ya long dead so chill out chill out as we about to set the record straight again and again from my tank goes to ya chin let the competition begin we in to win and then pull out the straps perhaps you new jacks need to take a nap as i slap ******* rhymes into a snore ya adore i deserve an encore gotta every lady makin a reservoir observe ya curves then i say word thinkin to myself cant wait to get the burbs ya know ya cant down or slame me but i knowi ******* jamboree
now that i got ya jammin ear drums slamming pumpin up my **** like sneaks of a drive by hit it dont matter where it hits ya or gets ya im.suppose ta rock the mic like dougie fresh n slick rick still poppin demos and **** with my tystick lit gotta stay higher than a mountain catch my fountain of lyrics as i pour an encore you know ya in for this rhyming spree be ******* takin it back to ninety four when music was real ya soul could.feel now adays music doesnt appeal real fools talkin but scared but soon to be walkin with the dead from the pump that went upside ya head dont play in a grown mans game if ya feel ashamed then knuckle up only to get buckled up like seatbelts leave welts on back from my gats imagine that? me loosin only amusin crowds i please old school fans i please even street OGs bouncin they heads to these lyrical content somethin the fo ya freeestyle wild soldier that'll fold ya cuz ya tried to slam me but like butter i slip easily into a style but rambling words i be gambling feel me now throw ya hands in the air for me for this gotdamn jamboree