I can't hear nuttin though Alright, where you want me to start at? Aiyyo you can kill the music then Yo, check one two, check one two in the place to be From the bottom to the T-O-P That's right, Flavor Flav, Public Enemy From Bronx to L.A., we don't fail Kickin right here for 7th Veil My man Kool Keith, H-Bomb, no jive Yo, H-Bomb, hit 'em in the head son [H-Bomb] No blazes, tennis shoes and denim Pimp I got the gators, leathers I kill 'em Your bull*************t events, don't play right No tribute awards for Mr. Barry White It's Guantanamo Bay, industry's gay Hard to get rich, I don't swing that way That switch to funny make record in Kingston Jesus is black, tell Mel Gibson Who wears a skirt, Sting and Dave Navarro My strap, my money, don't lend, don't borrow The Sunset Strip is Gaza Strip Your clothin line is *************t, H is ****** sick! The rap game industry too quiet Hehehehehe hah hah Atkins Diet No backpackers pro-athlete actors I rep for pimps, pushers, jackers The P on the fitted I'm all for pimps I throw ropes down for my *************z in the clink (yeahhhh boy!) First and foremost, the industry don't want it ************* it, I take what I want and flaunt it I'm not vexed, they spend for *** Who's next after Michael, ************* Funkmaster Flex [Flavor Flav] Yeahhhh boyee, kickin it for 7th Veil That's right, H-Bomb (************* the industry, ************* it) Kool Keith (************* the industry ************* ************* it) Hit 'em G [Kool Keith] No game here, I *************t on you ill son ************* Hollywood's best guest list Maximum dead-ass parties with flat-ass Paris Hilton My *************t *************ne bright with Von Dutch wipe Jockin my gators, ******* with fake ******* act like they don't suck *************, can you see me under the standard light ************* the red carpet, I'm in here with standard hype You just at the crib on Sycamore Your blonde *************er spaniel, my rings *************ne in your face Youse a asswipe, you basketball player nut and ************* jocker You the givin ass type, with the Minnesota Timberwolves Garnett's clockin your ass pipe Ugly monster-face *************, you think you dressed tight Evil bastard, you make your grandmother upset Don't flush the toilet mother*******, you tryin to start a fight Release the *************t off my chest, get rid of the gripe I *************t inside your grey and white Nikes Exercise your fat stomachs, no hamburgers at Chevies You ride them ****** bikes Corny-ass 42 year old player's club ************* The funky face mother****** Wanda Sykes That baldheaded mother******* just put a weave in, on UPN Whack-ass tattoos above your ******* Your hard faced *************, you'll see me again Like Faith Evans is the only one that sniffs All you ******* mother*******s in the hills Even Vivica Fox is a ugly *************, chasin Curtis for his chips Engineer, just put me in that mix
I can't hear nuttin though Alright, where you want me to start at? Aiyyo you can kill the music then Yo, check one two, check one two in the place to be From the bottom to the T-O-P That's right, Flavor Flav, Public Enemy From Bronx to L.A., we don't fail Kickin right here for 7th Veil My man Kool Keith, H-Bomb, no jive Yo, H-Bomb, hit 'em in the head son [H-Bomb] No blazes, tennis shoes and denim Pimp I got the gators, leathers I kill 'em Your bull*************t events, don't play right No tribute awards for Mr. Barry White It's Guantanamo Bay, industry's gay Hard to get rich, I don't swing that way That switch to funny make record in Kingston Jesus is black, tell Mel Gibson Who wears a skirt, Sting and Dave Navarro My strap, my money, don't lend, don't borrow The Sunset Strip is Gaza Strip Your clothin line is *************t, H is ****** sick! The rap game industry too quiet Hehehehehe hah hah Atkins Diet No backpackers pro-athlete actors I rep for pimps, pushers, jackers The P on the fitted I'm all for pimps I throw ropes down for my *************z in the clink (yeahhhh boy!) First and foremost, the industry don't want it ************* it, I take what I want and flaunt it I'm not vexed, they spend for *** Who's next after Michael, ************* Funkmaster Flex [Flavor Flav] Yeahhhh boyee, kickin it for 7th Veil That's right, H-Bomb (************* the industry, ************* it) Kool Keith (************* the industry ************* ************* it) Hit 'em G [Kool Keith] No game here, I *************t on you ill son ************* Hollywood's best guest list Maximum dead-ass parties with flat-ass Paris Hilton My *************t *************ne bright with Von Dutch wipe Jockin my gators, ******* with fake ******* act like they don't suck *************, can you see me under the standard light ************* the red carpet, I'm in here with standard hype You just at the crib on Sycamore Your blonde *************er spaniel, my rings *************ne in your face Youse a asswipe, you basketball player nut and ************* jocker You the givin ass type, with the Minnesota Timberwolves Garnett's clockin your ass pipe Ugly monster-face *************, you think you dressed tight Evil bastard, you make your grandmother upset Don't flush the toilet mother*******, you tryin to start a fight Release the *************t off my chest, get rid of the gripe I *************t inside your grey and white Nikes Exercise your fat stomachs, no hamburgers at Chevies You ride them ****** bikes Corny-ass 42 year old player's club ************* The funky face mother****** Wanda Sykes That baldheaded mother******* just put a weave in, on UPN Whack-ass tattoos above your ******* Your hard faced *************, you'll see me again Like Faith Evans is the only one that sniffs All you ******* mother*******s in the hills Even Vivica Fox is a ugly *************, chasin Curtis for his chips Engineer, just put me in that mix
