Mount Up - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

From a land that's never artificial, I'm bipartisan

Pardon my black pistol, that's for all'a dem

No discrimination issue, I just face the fiscal, year

I'm Gregory Hines, Ev is Billy Crystal

Runnin' Scared in over a hundred pair of Chuck Taylors

Hundreds in green and blue paper

Get money, bummy ain't funny

Pit stop at the tree spot on Bundy

Al Bundy, except I kept Peggy cummin'

Swipe game's up to par, naturally stunning

I had orders to roll up a whole quarter pounder

With this bat, you won't hit a grounder

Chris Savage, one vice I manage

Just average, a day in Los Angeles

Dodger Blue, Rerun and Roger, too

What's Happenin' Now, Herut still rockin' you

Mount up, streets are bouncin'

Mount up, people bouncin'

Mount up, streets are bouncin'

Mount up, people bouncin'

Everything I have, I'ma give you, 'cept just a little

I'ma hold for the days when the rain hit you

I'm a drone missile, I'm a lone pistol

I'm from that, "Oh shit, did you hear the gangster's whistle?"

See, I'm a lone papi, a clone can't copy

Just a sip of Patron and her warm body

Now that's the life, Johnny, I never liked the Giants

I gotta eat, stop, stop, nine times

Know how to pick 'em, my pedigree's a real tradition

Of having beautiful women in various positions

In my circumference, I'm fit, I've been runnin' hundreds

I tried to bump your shit and it wasn't runnin'

I'm a fade all day for this Herut movement

This true music is a vice, I abuse it

The local kush, the local push to the store

These locals wanna pull and get pull, get good

Mount up, streets are bouncin'

Mount up, people bouncin'

Mount up, streets are bouncin'

Mount up, people bouncin'

Let's mount up