Well, my, half bread, might be, warm a little to low You're too slow, what the ****** do you think that you know? I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial Like metamucial I kill some rhymes that I'm used to You park so high and mighty but I'm not mighty high Dirty smoke, you out with ****** and leave your mouth ******' dry' Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin' always beer tappin' ******' dorkette slappi' be ridiculous at how I'm trippin' is all I'm thinkin' is this is the best M.C.That can you can find I ************ne like some moon through the pine Yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay **** up with my line Well, if you general brealbre? Then roll with the style the Dirty smokin' cali green leaf till I die BLeave me alone when I'm chillin' in my home Yo, I'm smooth like a schwin' and I ************ne like the chrome Of it's fender, remember this microphone defender Return your ************t to sender 'cause no one wants to hear it Yo your lyrics' are weak and yes your spirits meek And you're an ignorant mother ******, yes, it shows when you speak Your wicked disappoin****ent, your rhymes need some oin****ent The crowd at your shows always laughin' and pointin' Leave and blew it my boy has been groovin' And I'm still back stage just smokin' and boozin' Confusin' the sets, save the best for my choosin' I'm choosin' the rest so you're loosin' Well, don't forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow Just open the melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofin' up the track just like a bouncin' antelope And soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe Because the west coast knows how to kill it Yo and y'all know when it's time to feel it Yo, we make it right So we up all night yo, until it's tight, until it's tight A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me With lyrical chastity, and verbally blaster me The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me So come on and clap with me Just come on and clap with me So come on and clap with me Yo, just come on and clap with me Once upon a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand He said I just got out of the water And I'm late for school I asked dirty to skip and he said, that's cool So we went to the liquor store, got ourselves some magnum Rollin down the street ya you know we brown bagged them With the 50's on top and the 20's on bottom Said we rollin' through my hood ya you know we got 'em Sucker M.C.s wanna battle me but that's okay I tell 'em don't ****** around because we don't play I sang rock out with my ****** out I got ****** of steel Hear me clankin' down the street like a bag of beer Said the dance off session gonna start right here Dirty B grab the wheel 'cause I can't steer You got 20 inch rims and they spinin' when you stop Said I don't give a ******, kill it when the beat drops' Cause that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts Just jammin' down the sound with the syllables and intellect Maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean And I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen While I'd be rippin' Trojan and in the gallapagoes And I'd be pickin' foes like id be pickin' the fro And all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows You got to go
Well, my, half bread, might be, warm a little to low You're too slow, what the ****** do you think that you know? I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial Like metamucial I kill some rhymes that I'm used to You park so high and mighty but I'm not mighty high Dirty smoke, you out with ****** and leave your mouth ******' dry' Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin' always beer tappin' ******' dorkette slappi' be ridiculous at how I'm trippin' is all I'm thinkin' is this is the best M.C.That can you can find I ************ne like some moon through the pine Yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay **** up with my line Well, if you general brealbre? Then roll with the style the Dirty smokin' cali green leaf till I die BLeave me alone when I'm chillin' in my home Yo, I'm smooth like a schwin' and I ************ne like the chrome Of it's fender, remember this microphone defender Return your ************t to sender 'cause no one wants to hear it Yo your lyrics' are weak and yes your spirits meek And you're an ignorant mother ******, yes, it shows when you speak Your wicked disappoin****ent, your rhymes need some oin****ent The crowd at your shows always laughin' and pointin' Leave and blew it my boy has been groovin' And I'm still back stage just smokin' and boozin' Confusin' the sets, save the best for my choosin' I'm choosin' the rest so you're loosin' Well, don't forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow Just open the melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofin' up the track just like a bouncin' antelope And soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe Because the west coast knows how to kill it Yo and y'all know when it's time to feel it Yo, we make it right So we up all night yo, until it's tight, until it's tight A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me With lyrical chastity, and verbally blaster me The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me So come on and clap with me Just come on and clap with me So come on and clap with me Yo, just come on and clap with me Once upon a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand He said I just got out of the water And I'm late for school I asked dirty to skip and he said, that's cool So we went to the liquor store, got ourselves some magnum Rollin down the street ya you know we brown bagged them With the 50's on top and the 20's on bottom Said we rollin' through my hood ya you know we got 'em Sucker M.C.s wanna battle me but that's okay I tell 'em don't ****** around because we don't play I sang rock out with my ****** out I got ****** of steel Hear me clankin' down the street like a bag of beer Said the dance off session gonna start right here Dirty B grab the wheel 'cause I can't steer You got 20 inch rims and they spinin' when you stop Said I don't give a ******, kill it when the beat drops' Cause that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts Just jammin' down the sound with the syllables and intellect Maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean And I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen While I'd be rippin' Trojan and in the gallapagoes And I'd be pickin' foes like id be pickin' the fro And all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows You got to go
