You know I rock microphones like they got back bones And I'll roll on your show like some biscuit dough Yeah you steady bitin' styles off the next man's flow Think your Jackson, but your name ain't Bo I'm only hittin' chicks fine as Madelyn Stone Got a closet in my crib where the hydroponic grow Act like you know, Lee tokes the chronic It ain't the season, the reason's strictly economic So pour the jinn and tonic Punk the Tony Bennet If wifey ain't watchin', hon, I'm runnin' up in it I make it hot and spicy like some wavos rancheros Then hit the Knick game with my man Don Terros And if the Knicks are winnin', then Spike Lee's grinnin' So next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin' Sippin' whiskeys to my favorite cuts Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts Some people think I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny But play me soft, I'll beat ya down like ya stole money CHORUS: Politickin' with your chickens, it's time to get loose (Sample: It's the wicked pain inflicted with the Mickey's deuce deuce) Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose (Sample) I see a million ??? goin' out on the bottle The heavyweight champ never was a role model I keep it idle, with my B-boy bravado From downtown Brooklyn all the way to Colorado Yeah, someone play the lotto, kid, if you feel lucky I'm not a toy, but I'll hunt you down like Chucky You must be buggin' 'cause I heard you want to buck me You just trippin', 'cause your woman wants to ??? me CHORUS Yo, we're par for the course when behind closed doors You never go for yours when it matters the most Ya like to, brag and boast, and drink and make a toast But ya don't come close kid, you're comin' up ghost Plus you playin' high post like you got ??? But your girl's on my jimmy tryin' to give me besos Before you vanish, kid that's spanish for kisses I'm nuttin' up, I'm cuttin' up, the first man that disses CHORUS Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com