Released on September 22, 1998

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[Ras Kass]

Everything I say don't be llello

Haters in batter rams, I slam

Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams

Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome knock offs

And malt liquor bottle Molotovs

Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth

Flyin' in Booby's silver 600 coupe

Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby

Sop me up wit a biscuit, cuz you know it's all gravy

Linquistical flow, I ain't Mystikal, but "Y'all ain't ready"

If a nigga don't rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and 'fedi

Eat a dick, that's music to my balls

Like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem Olajuwon

How this black lil nigga get more head than a beauty salon

Guam, blowin ya shit out like Chaka Khan

For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy

Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five at they sexual peaks

I'm fuckin three Tony's, like Raphael Saadiq

And got a trick up my life, manufacturin cheese

I make tricks matriculate with melodies

Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the speezie

I'm tryin' to die filthy rich and +Ruthless+ like Eazy

C-Arson niggas is know for flossin'

But I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the Slauson


[Hook: Ras Kass & Curtis Daniels]

It's a must that I smash when I mash for me

Ass, cash, and gas, nobody ride for free

OohWee, they say, "Ras, are you a rider?

I reply wit', "Hell yeah, I'm a rider"

I give it up for C-Arson

That's the city north of Long Beach, southwest of Compton

They say, "Ras, are you a rider?"

I reply wit', "Hell yeah, I'm a rider"


[Ras Kass]

Watch me catch, Del Amo and the patch bitches

Fuck set trippin', homie, don't even trip

I never seen a hood wit' a retirement plan or medical benefits

I'm 'bout seein black folk wit chips, and hundred-thousand dollar whips

Instead of monkey see, monkey piru peelin' you wit' banana clips

I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics

To set it, to bet it all, genetic telekinetic brawl

See, I'm the difference between booty calls and blue balls

Telethon wit Lou Rawls, and bevelin two percent off the top

S-s-sorry, Clinton got to break mines off

Decapitated, so where's he headed?

I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily

Put your tire on flat, and killed by a gat like Ennis Cosby

Ain't no "probably," ho: Recognize me


[Hook]


[Ras Kass]

My tennis shoe pimpin is more like twenty shoe

Cause no woman love me like the Remy do

I write raps while pullin' the lint off my nutsack

You 50% butt crack, I mean half-assed

MC's rediscover the mathematic format

Beneath your Norplant I'm guaranteed to come well

Like a reverse doormat, 64 bit Sega, 80 proof Cognac

And toll-free pagers

I'm still comin' out like unborn babies wit' hangers

My crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers

The dangers of loaded language, like cocked heat

Got it made, me known for laid, paid, then shot out like suede

Raid the police, cuz they sellin' more crack then Latinos and blacks

See, we knows the facts, how Europeans jack

I'm sellin' Native Americans gats so they can take they land back


[Hook 2X]