Plastic Cups

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] Yeah! Rapper! Joe Scudda! Chaundon! Yo! Uh! Uh! [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Yo, I flow liquid, Poobie been gifted Wrote it in my manual watch how I shift it No breaks, two takes at the max Heavy on facts got me cruisin at a slow speed Haters watch from afar and catch nose bleeds Or do some Big Syke shit like have your car keys A bad seed tryin to do good Niggas can't cause they too hood, I'm too nice! I'm steady rollin like two dice You now starrin at a fresh slice, for my old man Rapper tryin to touch old grams Put a couple on the stand keep my people out of prison They praise me faithfully no religion I thank God everyday what's He's givin I'm livin, no glamourous life Ain't nobody sayin, "Yeah Rapper, you do that light!" I do this right! You lookin at the sun Or you lookin at the one and the rest is flash lights Somebody tell these pussy niggas good night I'm like a pair of stretch jeans homey - extra tight! Get it right or get it right where you stand I say I'm on the mission my nigga I'm not playin! Shoutout to Ronnie J what's up [Hook: in tune to J Dilla's "Love Movin'"] We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups I keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups Real ghet-to with the plastic cups We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups R.I.P. Dilla Dog nigga that's wassup! [Verse 2: Joe Scudda] (J-O) Aiyyo, dirty crib, dirty car, dirty clothes Got bent, spent nights with dirty hoes Smoke weed, eat food off a dirty dish My P.O. said, "Joe, you got dirty piss" I'm nervous, a hundred and twenty hours of service For the community, yo where's the immunity? But it beats jail time, I can't do cell time My man passed his test, how I failed mine? Good ass lawyers and the money to pay it Fuck a bitch-ass court-appointed, the state coulda say it He ain't pick up the phone, even left me a loan Fuck I need you for?! I can do bad on my own Got me pickin up trash, my whole summer is gone Seventeen years old, man I Shoulda been home Instead of out doin dumb shit, I wanna do fun shit Go to house parties with the cats that I run with Get drunk, smoke weed, party and pass out Sleep in late instead of takin the trash out Workin for free, I need to work with a fee This community service shit just ain't workin for me [Hook: in tune to J Dilla's "Love Movin'"] Uh, I keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups Real ghet-to with the plastic cups R.I.P. Richard Pryor nigaa that's wassup! [Verse 3: Chaundon] Uh - Bronx Bomber turned Carolina Hurricane Word is he's the next shit, yeah I heard the same {?} the beat, certified the murder game Most wanted MC, niggas know the name Ghetto celeb, the broad on my arm Bottle of Dom, light the block up then I'm gone Chaundon! - The muh'fuckin voice of the street J Dilla still wit us, ressurected through beats Poster boy the success, the face of B-X Soul of New York, won't expect anything less Still walk wit a Diddy Bop, through any city block Flash a smile to a pretty young thing that make her kitty hot Pardon me y'all, I'm blessed with the charm Surrounded by chicks as if I'm on the Purdue farm I get it on! Make no mistake, there's only one Chaundon, Boogie Down's in the house and I'm DONE!! [Rapper Big Pooh - Outro] I had a dream bout my man last night... And he said, my nigga Big Dho, that's wassup To my man Jacee, that's wassup To my main man Khrysis, that's wassup To my nigga Don Cannon, that's wassup To my man Phonte, that's wassup To DJ Sense, that's wassup To my nigga Chaundon, that's wassup To DJ Drama, that's wassup To my homegirl Jenise, that's wassup To my man Joe Scudda, that's wassup To my homeboy Ness, that's wassup To my man Fat Dame, that's wassup, uh-ha! Willie the Kid, that's wassup To my DJ Flash, that's Wassup Uh, DJ Jamad, that's wassup To my man Ox Banger, that's wassup Uh, Amanda Diva, that's wassup To my man Bun B, that's wassup To my nigga Rhymefest, that's wassup To my man Bumpy Knuckles, that's wassup To my man Premo, that's wassup To my man Pete Rock, that's wassup To my man Grapp Lover, that's wassup To my main man Nottz, that's wassup Yeah, we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups Real ghet-to with the plastic cups Uh, yeah, that's wassup!