Rappers Advice

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers

I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo

A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill, and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers

yo, you best protect ya neck

So hold your corner as I start to bless this mic in here I'm eatin' through your crew like Stephen King's Langoliers

… Look at all these roaches Around me everyday Need somethin' strong To make 'em go away Look at all these roaches I can't take it no more Get up at night, turn on the light And see the floor show

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month

Suelo presente, esperando en represente Baja por las noches me arrulla yo inconsciente En mi vientre los segundos pasados, cargados Tatuados en mi espalda empapados aunados A espasmos de llanto y de risa

Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these

Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm

Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of the month

I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah Yo a project thug, political gangster, starvin' Langston Hughes

Because the only itch I have is for the indo or sess So don't pass me that mess or try to even protest That it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine Won't you pack the pipe and keep it moving down the line

Pick it, pack it Fire it up, come along And take a hit from the bong

It's 12 noon I'm higher than a helium balloon I consume the day Like the day consume me

Smoke weed everyday

Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it

Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal,
MC’s spit rhymes to uplift their people

Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's But I'm a get paid from the 90's

If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)