[Ras Kass]

Everything I say don't be yae yo

Haters in batter rams, I slam

Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams

Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome

Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof

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

Flyin in boobies, silver six hundred Coup

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 fatty

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 Rafael Saadiq

And got a trick up my life, manufacturin cheese

My matrix will triculate wit melodies

Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the specie

I'm tryin to die filthy, rich and ruthless, I'm easy

See Austin niggas is know for flossin

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



[Chorus: Ras Kass