Lyrics:
Vocal Musical Pop

electronics With the bass and the treble, the horns and our vocals 'Cause everytime I pop into the beat, we get fresh C'mon C'mon There was a time when our music

hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop

Babylon The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original group P and the Enemy policin the beast Until we rise it'll never be peace, I put that on Jesus Back with vocals

bitch and you'll get two rocks 'Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't have this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous Makin' musical miracles like

an ad in the classified section Of an airline music magazine The ad read, wanted, unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment Donors must have musical

crooked letter H and we don't Pla-ay when it comes to pimpin this Music pimpin these tracks,pimpin this game until we get paid we gonna P-I-M-P this music

Music is deep, get you drunk like a six-pack The man on the mic hittin hard like a full back Freddie is back and the Foxxx is in motion Rhymes are smooth

ad in the classified section of an LA Music magazine. The ad read: Wanted: Unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment. Donors must have musical background

tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm spittin' This vocal ammunition Yo, with cyphers our tradition, then I'm a spill when I'm speakin' This vocal ammunition