At you wit ya red shirts look like a football playa
Which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics
What's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out
Babies in car seats I'm suppose to stay straped
Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop
Scard I'll be on the team I'll be 12 like enemies
Wanna get rid of me cause I'm livin good in the
But it keep calling me. Show me the ben ja mes
Ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots
I'm a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born
Like a football playa have a bar b que I want bark
It up bag it then put on the block
Ya mad cause alcapon in a glida
It up bag it then put on the block
Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop
Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop
Cause our country likes collard greens and grits
