People here in Wanda and they wanna know how and why But let me first introduce myself, I'm Tag, and they were mine I'm 22 years of age, I ran across some bull*** People promise you vote against, but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quick, it's back to water, it's grist They got another boy, who can rhyme and do the bike flips And as I hide, I better get by him cause my ally I'm bout to flip that crazy *** while I go look for some socks I need some zig-zags, zig-zags, I need some zig-zags See how I make those zig-zags, I need some zig-zags, zig-zags See how I make those zig-zags I'm 22, I'm 22 I'm 22, I'm 22 Oh what the heck, niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track Brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact The far side is coming and I hope we're not whack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact, I got my flavors in a bucket full of fruit In 92 we take cash, 93 we take loot Cause the vinyl is delicious, I'm the nigga who's the bitches Michael Ross is a genie, he's giving us our wishes One, I wanna just jam with your band You gotta play it all across the land The plan is *** the ducats and say *** it to the critics Hey now, I was walking down the street Bailing to the beat, fat beats in my head, chinning shoes on my feet Nigga tried to flex, but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Snoaked on the beat like I'm holding Chicken Noodles I love spaghetti dishes, but know I'm not manoodled I can dig kung fu, I flippo like judo Never dated Chiku as her mom made Proto I had never met her, but then I met a Bruno Yeah, you know Shapino, met her in a trio Souped up my glass, jet-blue, I asked her Rio I'm somewhat Creole, don't like the man of steel I'm not your Cormac Dobby, but your first-drive Jirafi, for real I used to deal, but the bus bought me I had to hide your bus, they re-bought my truck And still, I still like scotch on the rocks Cause I just get paid for them hardcore rocks You know How long can you freak the ***? How long can you freak the ***? Freak the *** I separate the good stuff from the junk How long can you freak the ***? Freak the *** Freak the *** Freak the *** Freak the *** Freaking out You was a farmer man Farmer man I was a farmer man You was a farmer man I was a farmer man You know I'm no farmer man You beat me, the farmer man Once again, it's the farmer man I go from skips, got to hip-hop, to bebop, to peepo Cutting it up for *** to turn a tree into a tree trunk Cause we sold ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic I dig dips who got the hips that are gigantic Cause I'm frantic, take you in a frenzy Taking you out is easier than pulling a pull-out out of a Benzie Box while I rock, so orthodox style to make you squirm Yes I come from Cali, no I do not have a perm I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price I got more flavor than 7-Eleven Slurpees And magic can't admit he got AIDS, *** it I got herpes Oh yeah NS, NS Sounds like NS to me NS, NS Sounds like NS to me