Pork

[Verse 1: Slimkid3]

One, two, three, four

A boo, boogie-doo, who-woo

Whoo-a-woo, ooh, boogie-doo

Light up the fuse, one, two

Three, two, one, boom

A Jim, Jimmy, Smokin' these emcees

Break 'em down to they knees

Ooh, you dirty ol' fiendsWIth our spleen cleaned out

Re-raise their route, drop some balls in they mouth

When they blue, I test ETQ, young kiddy

Slick like silk, smooth as milk from her titty

Right suave? (Believe that)

'Cause he be my compadre

Along with mi amigo, L.A. Sambo Jay

With the concave drops, so back the fuck up

Sittin', droppin' his stacks

From cats, the plaques for the comе up

Niggas run up, but come up to get one wax

And sеal a big boy

Will enjoy the service you're asking' for

Two, three, one, done

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Here it is)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

[Verse 2: Bootie Brown]

Very well mannered , calm and collected

Accurate arrangement, you can tell my perspective

In the year of ninety-three, it's on, it's on

And when they speak of me

(Yo, the nigga get's his flow on)

'Cause I'm classic as Coca-Cola

Keep my Motorola on vibrate

My style swings better than a primate

Callin', when I appear in the spirit

It's the rain engineer

So wipe the funk' tear off your cheek geek

I reach seventy-five the tanker

I maybe thin and centered, but my shit is like an anchor on your dome

Go on home to your papa

That shit stay dramatic as a hip hop opera

From beginning to the end, when I fill it with a riddle

Shit, not solid, bust a tip in the middle

But my time is done, so i have to call it quits

It's just another track when I'm spitting' out wits

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(I promise someday, that you'll respect, um)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(I promise someday, that you'll respect, um)

You know what I'm saying'?

Steady down' that shit

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(I promise someday, that you'll respect, um)

[Verse 3: Fatlip]

I grab faggots by the motherfuckin' neck and drag 'em

In the fuckin' mud

And pull out the MAC Magnum

Four-four, and break down the front door

Of a preschool, smacking itty bitty fools

'Cause I'm a ill ass ruthless, insane

Ill black villain at night, I'm a no-brain

I never let my Glock miss

My backyard full of baby bodies buried in Reebok shoe boxes

'Cause I'm a mother fuckin' baby sniper

I trip off a blunt and shit drippin' from a diaper

I kick a nigga in the ass for nothin'

My name is Fatlip, now let me stop frontin'

I'm from The Pharcyde and I will not think

I'm runnin' out of breath, so I'm about to break

So now who?

Is gonna get up on the mic out of the crew?

Imani, get up on the mic device and bust a few fly rhymes

Bust a bit, yo, I'm out like Bush

So, freak that shit

That Shit

Yo, I wanna give a shout out to the niggas, um

They're from the old school, Backyard Production

John and Irv

Give a shout out to my nigga, Duran in Las Vegas

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

[Verse 4: Imani]

Not A Tribe Called Quest, but you know that I can kick it (Kick it)

Peace voice Cube 'cause you know that I get wicked (Wicked)

With the lazy, crazy vocals for the locals, many cycles

Feelin' dazed when I say, mic stuff

Kick the funky shit, and now you know I come corrupt

Smokin'on some buddha, ingest a single puff (Puff, puff, puff)

Feelin' all the rough, then fight the dragon

My belt is too big, that's why my pants' they be saggin'

Niggas, they be dragging', 'cause my styles are superb

Chillin' with this mooch cat, smoking' mad herb

So check it out

This sound is the way of the walking

What, stoned must be the way that I talk

And rap (Rap)

A few get the dap (Dap)

To make the hands clap (Clap)

Listen to what I say

The monkey ass beat provide by L.A. Jay

I do it everyday

Listen to what I say

Hey, hey, hey

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Time to rock our shit)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Brand new jam, sure does sound sweet)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

(Time to rock our shit)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

[Verse 5: L.A. Jay]

I love to lick the girls booty

Get it on my camcorder for the world to see

Every nigga pulls a freak

It's serious indeed

Your girl stepped to me 'cause your shit was weak

I did her good, I want to sit down and listen

I came in her face, rubbed it in to make her skin glisten

Shut your mouth Ralph, Happy Days is canceled

Your girl is mine, she's like Gretel, I'm her Hansel

The Skinny motherfucker broke up your relationship

I might be small, but you really do not need to trip

I'll send your punk ass home with a black indent

Now, let me tell you something that's gonna make you flip

I heard ABC and BBD

Caught HIV from TLC

Yeah

It is true, I hope it ain't because I really

Had some plans to fuck the shot outta Chilli

[Outro]

DAMN (Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah, I said it, I said it)

This is LA Jay, the man with the big meat and the phat ass beats

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

I'm chilling' with my motherfuckin' old school niggas, The Pharcyde

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

With the dope ass freestyle

And we call this

Pork

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

Pinning her back, hang her upside down and get some sleep

(West coast hip hop)

(Now, as for that west coast hip hop)

Yo, fuck that (West coast hip hop)

I'm 'bout to give a shout out to some niggas that we met across the way

Um' Id like to give a shout out to Redman

Say what's up to Chuck D

Uh' I'd like to say what's up to Pete Rock

And the Large Professor

And um' Common Sense

(Pork) (Pork) Pork

Yo, peace out to Premier and the Guru

(Pork) Pork (Pork)