[Verse]

Careers take long to bang, ask Nina Hartley

The fear placed dong, poontang, ass in compart pleas

New life be sold it seems, peeking at the chart sheet

You might be old if seen bleeding in the car seat

Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg

Heart throb or not, handout the cock at neutral spooning ground

Yuh fought the law and asked it out and how it's doing now

Yea not at all that bastard's pout is moving to a frown

(Biting a flow, rhyming this hoe to make it mine

I think you know, just how they try do it all the time)

Yea so what? I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck

Now I won't sell stolen Modigliani

But those shelves of gold belts for yuh body, I'll get naughty

The art of crate digging, a great system

Get your great system and bump this great rhythm

[Chorus]

I got a long way cometh

Coming to gold

Push yuh out the way, find a break that holds