[Verse 1]

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop

Off Broadway recital, fiends on the backlot

Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot

The shit that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top

Hash pot, stickin' out the dash spot

I'll leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot

174 and autobahn is where the cash drop

Then take the paper, then distribute to the have-nots

I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a manchild

Long machete, hopping out the van style

Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them hand styles

I'll wipe the floor up with your face like a ShamWow

Hands down, one motherfucker

260 combined, here to bring the ruckus

The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate

Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight

[Hook]

Yo, get off the next man's P.P

Be original, kid, get off the P.P

Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P

Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P

[Verse 2]

Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money fold up

I love my bitches big-body like an old truck

With their waists sliced thin just like the cold cuts

Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I rose up

Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes

Serve a pound of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose

Smoke the hash, takin form just like it's putty, holmes

Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road

A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin

Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em

I'm on the road, blow trees through East Harlem

Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded

German shift, twist, burn the bliss

I love it when the pussy tighter than a tourniquet

Copped the chicken, started cookin' and converted it

Dutch leaf, third of it, roll it up, murder it

[Hook]

Yo, get off the next man's P.P

Be original, kid, get off the P.P

Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P

Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P