all cold from the Polo Club to Paul doe They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber But you couldn't look past my skin, so me and Ken wrote
around town without the hip in your hop 'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped MC's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope I'll
Johnny Cope (Robert Burns) Sir John Cope trode the north right far, Yet ne'er a rebel he cam naur, Until he landed at Dunbar Right early
all cold From the Polo Club to Paul doe They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber But you couldn't look past my skin So me and Ken wrote
