Spaghetti Junction

Yeah Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes Elope, ski slopes Damn, yeah, check it out Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain When it starts to fall Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess But never shall you test, and never shall you quit Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uhh (Junction, junction) Uh, check it Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac) The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs) Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man 'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash) So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'? Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction) Check this shit out though Well, like flip-flops and football socks A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy? I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp Yappin' about this crew you run with Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit So what mo' can you come with? Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln I got my heat up under my seat Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot They come like black stallions in the night Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction) Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction) To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims 'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)