[Hook]

Yo it's the El baby baby

The El baby baby

The one that rocks it real well baby baby

The El baby baby

The El baby baby

The one with all the clientele baby baby

"Wrapped around the music"

It's El One

"Wrapper around the music is the sound of"

"Y'all know the name" - Pharaohe Monch 'Simon Says'

[Verse One]

Well it's the bald headed beautiful

Gold teeth removable

Boxing fake rappers in like 9 to 5 cubicles

Listen up, tune in to, Code Red the super crew

'Bout to blow worldwide, the whole planet's nuke-able

My man Ak' will push back a few with you then puke with you

Tell you that your girlfriend look cute with you then scoop her duke

I got lots of personal issues

I'm not a person to diss without lots of cursing and pistols

Got a verse and it fits you

It's all about wack rhymes

And being a broke rapper that's most certain to hit you

Me? I ain't the type to be trife and call collect

I ain't trying to stay underground and get none of y'alls respect

So while you sit at home cause you ain't heard from Rawkus yet

I'll be chilling with Free on 106 and Park in sweats

No gimmicks, just my everyday regular image

With a little ice but eff' it God made cheddar for spending

I like to take it straight but it taste better with lemon

Why settle for one chicken when you can have several women?

What you getting right now is a true veteran spitting

Who loves the culture but I got a high standard of living

If I ain't ripping I'm at the mall wasting cash

At the club chasing ass or driving around wasting gas

They call me El'

I'm pushing 30 with a beer gut

And still spitting rhymes that tear most of your peers up

[Hook]

[Verse Two]

You want kindness and love?

Roses, diamonds and hugs

Eff that I cuss out chickens in line at the club

El be hurting their little feelings, don't say "sorry" or nothing

Why should I give a damn, that girl probably ain't crushing

It's the 502 heads, and we some drunk bitter rappers

We sober right now but we gon' drink liquor after

We don't smoke crack cocaine or down a bunch of uppers

We complain about hip hop and how y'all a bunch of suckers

Step to Code Red? You better have life insurance

Fronting like you gangster but y'all mad white suburban

Pass mics or bourbon?

I'll drink several shots of it

My man Choc will hit, anything with a pulse in it

I'm on that repulsive tip, not for shock value

I run with compulsive kids who'll knock the snot out you

I'll pay an A&R but not to come scout you

Just gain your confidence and then gouge you with a scalpel

I got a reputation as a short tempered cat yo

I fell in love once but don't you ever mention that hoe

And while you all worked up, fixing your lips to curse us

I would've hit you worse but Wattz made me clean the verse up

[Hook]

[Outro: Grandmaster Caz] {x4}

It's the El, the El, the one who rocks it well

Taking all the fly girls to the motel