Set The Shit Straight

[Intro] Take me awa-a-ay [Hook] We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight [Verse 1] Freeze, come swingin' out the trees It’s the blood spillin', Devil killin', nappy headed G's Maskin' gorilla The thriller from Manilla, and mothafuck Phyllis Diller You a killer, loc, well, you a killer, too [Verse 2] And one time can’t fuck with the voodoo It’s on like Donkey Kong, with no Mario, it’s the wild safari show I feel like Muhammad Ali, sockin' on Spinks (Shit, I’m like a sphinx) Now how fuckin' silly can you be? Tryin' to free willy? mothafucka, free me Damn, if you must know, I'm odd I wanna be like master farad and ask the god No I ain’t lookin for a mate, 'cause that ain’t nothin' but the bait [Hook] We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight [Verse 3] I got on my black face, but I ain’t fuckin whoopie 'Cause that trick rather stick with a rookie Never want to be a pig like Fonzarelli More like Jim Kelly, which, now I got a celly Uh, that’s me black, sleestack, chasin' punks through pyramids Look in the mirror, kid [Verse 4] Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the top choice of them all Yeah, there was a rumble dumble, but watch a nigga stumble, Now once stuck, was 7 years bad luck [Verse 5] No, I ain’t swooptie, but I’m the swoop (Boop) Wish I could beat the shit out the duke Banned in the USA like Luke, ta-dow, how ya like me now? [Verse 6] See blacks and Mexicans must take a stand I’m down with Chico and not with the man [Verse 7] So grab the tre-eight and make the fool hit the gate It’s on, and I can’t wait, 'cause [Hook] We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight [Bridge] Could you please stop, pick me up Pick me up [Verse 8] To regulate means we gotta put in work Doin' tons and tons of dirt (stay alert) [Verse 9] When Da Lench Mob is bailin' through ya area I’m the Pitbull terrieor I wanna bury ya, I won’t marry ya, if you a gave, bitch Never seen a slave rich [Verse 10] We’re like the jungle dons, so we can carry on with the G But you can’t see me, pump yo' brakes Man, fuck yo' brakes, and fuck Daryl Gates, (that’s right) Fool, we eat steaks [Verse 11] So recognize game, motherfucka And recognize that T-Bones my name Mothafucka, it’s on like this [Verse 12] And it’s on like that Kinky, flat, I'm hitched back We got a date with fate and we can’t be late And it’s about a quarter to eight [Hook] We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight We gotta regulate, we gotta regulate We gotta bust, kick up dust, and set this shit straight