Verse One: E-Swift



I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it

I'm on the guestlist, it's E-Swift plus two

Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit

Open mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab it

Check the mic, it sounds tight so

I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo

The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy

We dropped the microphone than we Swayze



Verse Two: J-Ro



Oooh don't I sound great when I down a black eighth

My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate

My name is James but the girls call me God when I'm humpin

I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin

Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school

You never shoulda left in the first place fool

Now everybody wants to be a prophet

But I won't quit rhymin bout my dick so get off it

You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it

So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it

If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top

Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flop

Dagnabit, I got a bad habit

It don't matter where I'm at I seen a booty and I grab it

So niggaz step back before you get lit

I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit



Chorus: repeat 2X



You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing

You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit



Verse Three: J-Ro



I rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or Nirvana

I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma

I never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superhero

from the ghetto puttin creases in my capes

(Up up up and away, J-Ro!!)

I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes

I'm rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callous

My number one fo