Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat! Hey! Everybody! Hey! Hey! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Hey! Now! Uh! Yeah! Hey! Yeah! What up my people weeple? Fits me to count the people Shine up the desert eagle Light up that extra lethal I mean that 3 years and 2 G's I'm back with new trees I wrapped in new sleeves While y'all was just rappin' We get the set crackin' Just like our neck snappin' Let's get this next platinum What's happening Def Jam? Remember math man? I held your hand through the years when y'all was stressed man That's why I still love you And Russell still hustle Let's get the pump and iron And flex some real muscle Up in this bitch dude My clique is Rick Rule And I ain't got the ivory This ain't the flick dude Somebody told me Y'all can't hold me Naughty by nature Do my dodo by my lowly You need to back up Bitch you don't know me Gotta leave these hoes alone They too lousy Methodist Killin' MC Killin' What more can I say? Stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And think y'all understood Would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh Da da da day Da da da da da day Ay Da da da day Da da da da da day Ay Okay the love issue Don't let that love get you My brothers love pistol Do when they thug fizzle Bet y'all ain't know did you That I'm a pro did you Until the flow hit you *** it I'm official Ball with more gristle Thrown from chrome nickel Plates that don't tickle Can't wait to zone with you I'm hard as stone chisel Mel got his own little formula That go triple Go shizzle Y'all know my occupation I'm puttin' in the work So any imitation I'm puttin' in the dirt That *** is aggravatin' Why y'all procrastinatin' I got some ass a-waitin' And she probably masturbatin' Well come the new yiddy Where half is too fitty If I got a problem Then that's one problem too many So don't tip me I bust until I'm empty Swiftly That way I get the chance To tip you with me Motherfuckers That is killin' MC killin' What more can I say Stop rollin' That's what niggas get For actin' Hollywood And think y'all understood Would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh-huh Da-da-da-da-day Da-da-da-da-da-day Ay Da-da-da-da-day Da-da-da-da-da-day Y'all white guys down H-rap brown Back up and back down Act up we back clown Last off the back now It's me DeCalion Swing like Barry Bonds Mommy got a ratty thong Happy cause daddy gone Turn it up a little bit A notch and it'll get it Cookin' with the griddle Gettin' so hot Good lookin' kid Okay now where was I? Prepared was I? Yo man broke his jaw Tryin' to say what I Say on this mic Not on this mic Say what I Say on this mic Not a day in your life Could you? Say I ain't nice Could you? If I ain't nice Would you? Get off my dick And tell your bitch to come here She stuntin' Can't hear me comin' Like my dick's in her ear Or somethin' I put that on my mama She put that on her kid He put that chrome on your dome And blow your fuckin' red That's how it is And that's Bobby Depp We back on your block With enough shots to give my Mothers killin' MC killin' What more can I say? Stop rollin' Stop rollin' Stop rollin' Stop rollin' Stop rollin' Stop rollin' Stop rollin'
