got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that
But they wasn't, so run it, cousin I could chill, the heat doesn't, ran up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand
oh, that's boring see, there's another MPC So why you think most hip-hop Sounds the same except for me? Cryptic kick shit from the crypt Sadistic lick hits with whit
turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my d*** without a condom on, while I'm on the john If I had a million
and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick Without a condom on while I'm on the John If I had a million
some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna send these young kings home like they Bron Bron I rep this arm strong, cold, get your long John Whip game
on her dress from a whopper Chunky ass necklace Must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome Told ya eyes up on her prince Fucking with Diana Two rows across, Dirty giving hickeys to Vianna White
DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that makes me mad (Backwards
I was a fresh ass DJ I'd be like If I was Jam Master J I'd be like If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like "Tune that motherfucker in" If I was Barry White
get hot It's probably cause They make it hop and twurk the pole And their headlights are sitting bold Makes it look like it's getting' cold Can I hold you tight Hop
on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck Say, I'm bug 'cause I walk with a hung John Nine two hund
if you're too slow I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen
full of chits Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick Now this is something that we don't rehearse Put that rap shit second and hip-hop first Easy,
out robbin armoured trucks, if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss, im tired of being white trash, broke an
me High and Mighty Trilogy back with the funky beats Packin' this third eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks
you really ain't concerning me King B hold a mack 8 plus 3 And I draw rhymes fast as zorro draw that Z Draw guns - fast as white boys on TV You
back bumping P.E. number one. Free-styling in a genre I didn't create, props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight hundred thousand MC's on whose shoulders I stand. I'm just a white
with high rise First Polo shine off the cover like a high time (Ali) It's like I wake up an' it's pourin' Ladies was on us like Sean John Rims, Timbs
