I might be a little dusted, but I'm not insane
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Girl, you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You're looking so mighty fine inside your BMW
You got fancy things, they're going up your nose
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
You slip you slack, you clock me, and you lack
I got lucky, I brought home a kitten
Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
You get fancy gifts from expensive men
So peace out ya'll, and just keep peacin' out
Mothership connection, getting girls affection
When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper
Know a lot of def girls that would do anything
Playin' beats on my box, makin' music for the many
Customs jails me over an herb seed
Excuse me young lady, I don't mean to trouble ya
You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
I was making records when you were sucking your mother's dick
Can't get better odds, because I'm a sure thing
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do?
Cause you know YAUCH
Doo wa diddy, you bust through with the pre-roll
Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker
Get over on Mrs. Crabtree like my main man Spanky
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten
On the mic I score just like the Yankees
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds
Takin' life as it comes, no fool am I
Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding
Roses are red the sky is blue
You be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry charlie
People come up to me and they try to talk shit, man
I'm takin' all MC's out in the place
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
Are you experienced, little girl?
Yea, I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
I'm out of your back door, I'm into another
Not perfect grammar, always perfect timing
Jump the turnstile, never pay the toll
'Cause I'm on your mind, it's hard to forget me
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes
I'm goin' off, gettin' paid, and I don't ask why
'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction
While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
You got your 8 by 10, your agent, your Harley
I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper
