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Sing it
For the with the bumps
Bump, c'mon, ba-bump
Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
nigg* who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that nigg* from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a d*mn Thing Changed
Ahh, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah yeah, that's it d*mn nigg*, rock this s**t, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fk, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue motherfkers I'm comin
hardc*re's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror mirror who's the motherfkin nigg*?
Cause I'm the motherfkin nigg*
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-ass nigg* slash rapper one of the first to stab ya
Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em
Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfkers C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfkin nigg*
Cause I'm the motherfkin nigg*
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fk it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my test*cles swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigg* looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfkin hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, fk all you should be my logo
girls wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigg*, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigg*, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the motherfkin nigg*
fk that, I'm the one, s**t
Horns...
Am I the flyest nigg*?
Let it ride