Check the speakers that bump knockin' out chumps with the pumps
Hut one two I'm coming through the avenue
Bangin' screws a knuckle head
Since Grover Washington was played in my head
So **** what the sources said suckas goin' fed
Just get a lil bread but cant sleep in they own beds
Guilty conscious stomp out the nonsense
Leave ya head on a fence every nerved is penched
Once we mob then comes the lynch to the very last inch
Ya necks should have been protected heavily connected
Non projected
Carefully selected so haters better get with
Or bow down ***** this is Htown
Only rolling vogues as tune ya with the ******* up sound...
The one niaaaa


Its an everyday thang in the hood and there i stood
On the streets dappin' up homies for the sweep
Off another hater no debator one luv to my creator
So better back back or else my nine Milly will fade ya
Like MJ say say say fools Studder once I make my ways pays
Comes easy fools must be greasy
Cuz they slippin' once the fours start tippin'
It's third coast killin' the suspensions
Steering wheel see the mass appeal
All in ya grill funk for ya to feel so chill
Before ya get slammed harder than O'Neal
Under rim check the blood under my timbs
Grimy to grim turn the lights dim smoke a slim

Now that've got ya heads bouncing to the song
Even got the elders to sing along
Fine chicas poppin' thongs speakin' in multiple tongues bells rung
See me the multi-international players suckas sending prayers
Tryna keep up with the mr fantastic
Flows movin' like elastic wrapped around ya earlobes like plastic
Trapped and mastered by the melodies
Breakin' mentalities out of the sanity
The man in me cant help this ****
It's a funky beat verbal assassin so it's bound to be a hit
The one niaaaaaa