Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like burgers
Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table
They order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands
Protocol to be a rocker on a label
It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil
Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my stable
Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers
When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders
Better something, better come, I could get cable
Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to town
Now I got a little paper for later so I'm stable
Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us
Live in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable
Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground
Put away shots for later, so I'm stable
They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around
It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle
Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable
Protocol to be a Rocawear model
Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance
I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands
