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(feat. Curtis Daniels) [Ras Kass] Everything I say don't be llello Haters in batter rams, I slam Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome knock offs And malt liquor bottle malatovs Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth Flyin in boobies, silver six hundred Coupe Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby Sop me up wit a biscuit, cuz you know it's all gravy Linquistical flow, I ain't Mystikal, but y'all ain't ready If a nigga don't rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and 'fedi Eat a dick, that's music to my balls like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem Olajuwon How this black lil nigga get more head than a beauty salon Guam, blowin ya shit out like Chaka Khan For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five at they sexual peaks I'm fuckin three Tony's, like Rafael Saadiq And got a trick up my life, manufacturin cheese My matrix will triculate wit melodies Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the spizzie I'm tryin to die filthy rich and +Ruthless+ like Eazy C-Arson niggaz is know for flossin SongtexteBut I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the Slausson [Chorus: Ras Kass & Curtis Daniels] It's so must that I smash when I mash for me Ass, cash, and gas, nobody ride for free OohWee, they say Ras you a rider? I reply wit "Hell yeah, I'm a rider" I give it up for C-Arson That's the city north of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton They say Ras you a rider? I reply wit "Hell yeah, I'm a rider" [Ras Kass] Watch me catch, Del Amo and the patch bitches Fuck set trippin homey, don't even trip I never seen a hood wit a retirement plan to medical benefits I'm bout seein black folk wit chips, and hundred thousand dollars whips Instead of monkey C, monkey piru villian you wit, banana clips I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics To sed it, to bet it all, genetic telekinetic brawl See I'm the difference between booty calls and blue balls Telethon wit Lou Rawls, and bevelin two percent off the top S-s-sorry, Clinton got to break mines off Decapitated, so where's he headed? I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily Put your tire on flat, and kill by a gat like Ennis Cosby Ain't no probably hoe, recognize me [Chorus] [Ras Kass] My tennis shoe pimpin is more like twenty shoe Cause no woman love me like the Remy do I write raps while pullin the lint off my nut sack You 50% butt crack, I mean half assed MC's we discover the mathematic format Beneath your north plan, I'm guaranteed to come well Like a reverse doormat, 64 bit Sega, 80 proof Congac and toll free pagers I'm still comin out like inborn babies wit hangers My crew consist of millionaires, failures and gangbangers The dangers of loaded language, like cocked heat Got it made, me known for laid, paid, then shot out like suede Raid the police, cuz they sellin more crack then latinos and blacks See we knows the facts, how Europeans jack I'm sellin Native Americans gats so they can take they land back [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania