[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Lemme hear somethin'
Lemme hold somethin'

Roll somethin'
Lemme show you somethin'
What'chu know good

What's poppin' wit'chu
What's happenin'
What's crackalackin'?

How you mackin'?
You still bad actin'?


[Verse 1: Aceyalone]
I'll be in the back rappin'
Clownin' and laughin'

Jumped up
When I heard somebody was cappin'
I'm usually kickin' it and coolin' and lampin'

Then I heard wackass rappers was runnin' rampant
They always wanna sample it
Take it for they own

And take it home
But they eventually break a bone
But I'ma take 'em on

To the break a dawn
I'll take your girl and make her moan
%#@! I'm in the zone

Sorry for $#&@in' up your little tea party
My bad, just wanna show you how we party
Losers night out, hit the club like a champ

Find me a spot on the floor and set up my camp
Cuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some ladies
Been livin' shady since the late eighties

A date maybe, in a purple moon
I was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoon
I like to float about five feet off the floor

Offa brown rum, green bud and off tour
Off the head, offa the pacific shore
Rhymes galore, what more could you ask for?


[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Casual]
It's like the buddha bomb brothers we gutter
I let 'em shine now I close the shutters

On the others so let's begin
The way I finesse the pen
Keep me runnin' through women

Like estrogen
Little mama with the sexy skin
Still lets me in

In the bay jet skiin'
With two lesbians
I leans gangsta

Whatever you catch me in
Even a Harley lookin' out for pedestrians
Cats remember the rap

The center is action packed
Adrenaline
Raw raps will hinder them

With more momentum than a pendulum shift
Bear witness to the synthesis I'm hittin' em with
Casual and Aceyalone

You crazy? Imagine your brains being blown
^!$$% burn somethin', learn somethin'
Blow somethin' like you want something'

If not, lemme hold somethin'

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[Verse 3: Big Arch]
I'm living large like a fresh white 3-X

You give me respect
And if you don't like it get the eject
I detect a gang of haters in the 380

Your innovator
Beat creators
Keep thinkin you gon' be major
O say ya got me gone off doja
The rap composer

The %#@! I just told ya
Should hold ya
Wanna dose of ya ^!$$%?
Hold your composure
I'll be back in another twenty-four

When I get sober
Lo and behold
A ^!$$% flowin' so cold
I grab the microphone
And turn it into a sno-cone

Ha! Big ^!$$% gettin my smoke on
When I leave I'll still be bumpin up on the system in your home
Uh! While you willin' to get it on
I'll be killin' this song
Got you feelin' it in your bones

The chrome steady driven it in your dome
Makin' sure you ^!$$%z get it and then I'm gone
I'm through your zone like I'm Jerome Bettis n'
Ha! You know you gon' get it if
I'ma give these ^!$$%z a dose of they own medicine
You come off in this ^!$$%'s home

Showin' the wrong ettequitte
C'mon killa
Mind your manners my gorilla
There's plenty of scrilla
And bananas for a ^!$$%
But you gotta be a go getta
Get you a good girl

Don't get you no gold digga

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