I've got five beepers, you scab
Givin' high-five is what I want
On the other side with his main tapes
You mean Rhthym and Blues?
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I do three flips when a punk flip on my duke lifts
My dick, chick, I smack a fish if you thinks
I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic
But the Native Tongue's thick
My breath never smells wack
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
And now they doing all that R'n'B sh
Connection A, click, what?
That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
My favorite pork chops and plate of collar greens
My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.
But you can find me directly on the Ave
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
But I flex more strength when I'm asleep
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
If a nigga starts some shibi dibi dit
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
Look up to, that fell the fuck off
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian
Like a pimp pro, nah, man, a super ho
Yo, gee, this track is stack and you know that
'Cause I've been an Afro since birth
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
So I puff a blunt, I don't front
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
Every hour, every minute, every second
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
You niggas cheat me, well who's that!
I play of tape of the son of La-di-da
I rock an Afro in '83, gee, yo
He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids
The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
Show no pit to those who don't understand
My connection ain't thick
Make her dry her face, buy her gold ear locks
And another crib in Queens
With the quickness I bust the true slang
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
And the Poppa but the connections are still a high-five
Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
In the closet with my silk, and below
I play the corner tough
I get spliffed, get a stiff, then I go hump a stunt
Yeah, now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
'Cause connection with the Afro is real
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
No, rappin' bullsh
Dick headed like a punk whip
