[Intro: Hodge Podge]
Yeah
Know what I mean
Big Tone, Ta'Raach, Jay Dee
What?
[Verse 1: Hodge Podge]
I'ma let y'all niggas pop the coochie (Why?) 'cause you pussy
Plus this .45 bustin' a back that ass up like Juvie
Sophisticated bourgeois niggas with bad habits
And if you don't like it, you can get it and stick it where the sun don't glisten
Niggas is critics and some don't listen
I told y'all (What?), persevering through all of this bullshit
And life is, a black six and a hoodrat catching a contact
Plus the Hennessy, get my brains blown out like John Kennedy
Remember me, split a nigga ear to cheek within the beat (Why?)
Best kept secret, got some shit fixin' to hit the street
Y'all niggas ain't even a issue (Nah)
So real a nigga bleed through the pencil
It's like that
[Verse 2: Lacks]
I need a day off the scene (Why?) 'cause y'all gay motherfuckers is mean
I'm seen buyin' beats off this nigga, that's like the end of my career (Yeah?)
I tell a nigga like fuzz, man, fuck that
I'm tryin' to have these bitches like, "You see me, I touch Lacks"
Give niggas pounds like, "See me, I touch Lacks"
Plus tracks bangin' out the back of the Range
Respect my gun and (Blaow), I speak with a double barrel slang
In unison with this music in the back of my brain
Rockin' straw hats and Pradas, Com eatin' on McDonald's
But I know the time (Dawg), It's time to get you up a bottle (Uh)
Some shit that's hard to swallow, you ain't even a issue (Nah)
I'm so real, a nigga ain't gotta diss you
[Interlude: J Dilla]
It's like that, uh
Turn it up, baby
It's like that
It's like that
It's like that
Uh, yeah
Turn it up, uh
Yeah
Uh
What?
Turn it up, baby, uh
Feel it
[Verse 3: Lacks]
I got a new respect for half-ass rappers and wack producers
There's something about pure talent that attracts the useless
But drains the pure talent juices (Yeah)
That's detrimental to the rootless that drink artificially flavored sodas
Big egos like compensate small frames like Yodas
America made to break down like dollar store purchases
But so called real niggas turn to catholic services (You know)
You know perpin' is you, don't hate me (Come on)
I play hooky from new schools and teach about the old
Where rap cats is cold like Michigan weather
Sportin' Fubu gear, pushin' Timberland leather
Through city blocks with scriptures that blast
And turn motherfuckers into father figures
Y'all niggas better recognize
Ain't shit jumpin' off unless Ta'Raach authorize
Tell a nigga like this, make like Dwele and Rize
'Cause B.C. and everything we make is fly
[Verse 4: Hodge Podge]
I got a lot of shining to do
And when I drop I'ma redefine hot (Why?)
See y'all niggas got a lot of rhyming to do
I'm tryin to get a spot with a view (Uh-huh)
A tan six and a watch band with a diamond or two (Bling)
Understand it, granted I'ma bust 'til I can't breathe
And every chicken alive got my cover to Vibe
Next to Usher and Jay-Z's (Yeah)
The Montana way (Uh, Tony) to crashin' Caboray
Glass of 'Zay cradled, link swingin' past my navel (Why?)
Cocky enough to captivate you, you all consumed
Just smell the aeric that's in the air when I walk in the room (Huh, a playboy)
Recognize with G Quest and press on
And if it ain't dawn, y'all niggas still pawns on the chess board (Like Cat said)
Don't nobody give a fuck until you get them ducks and hit 'em up
I spit for the bucks, square business, what?
[Outro: Jay Dee]
What? Niggas, it's like that
Jay Dee drop the beat, what?
