Music first.. Grand Puba - "Step up front!" Ahh, Milk Dee - "Step up front!" A Priority Posse - "Step up front!" To my mom and my dad - "Step up front!" Uhh, c'mon.. yeah, c'mon.. Yeah baby c'mon.. uh, c'mon..
[Verse One] Let's discuss this - listen while I bust this It's from the K, so hey you can trust this rhyme ritual rap my rap spiritual Pumpin and jumpin, from the max to the minimum I don't moan and groan, I take it on For floozies I bone I just leave 'em alone I need a clear head in order for me to win it so baby, "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!"
[Verse Two] On the square - I'm not riffin like Andy Griffith Just fed up, goin head up, with competition Don't excluse or place no restriction Gotta qualify to be in my jurisdiction Razzle, dazzle, burn you to a frazzle Soon you say you don't need the hassle I'm too hard to be soft, too loud to be a duck And if you are well then look tough luck It's not your world so don't work at no resentment Tryin to front on a three-hour rap segment I'm the one so FUCK your attitude I got a chip on my shoulder, plus I'm in a bad mood You're huffin, puffin, bluffin for nothin Come out your face, word is bond I hurt somethin Rockin your knot, puttin a wop in your bop Hittin the spot, just like an insulin shot So whassup Hobbes? I'm all in it "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!"
Yeah.. uhh, yeah baby c'mon.. Uh, c'mon..
[Verse Three] Well uhh, boom batter, sissies don't matter Sorry homeboy my pockets is gettin fatter