Intro: Y all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]? Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight You don t wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let s do it You want me to do the hook part too? Check it out uhhcheck it out uhh Yeah it s that Uncle L [BACKWARDS]you knowword up Ain t no doubt about thisI m settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here Yeah yeah yeahI m gonna sex this upyeah go like this here Check it out Verse 1: I m beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots Flame throwin their troopsthey can t recoup from drinkin acid soup Spectacularbenacularmiraculous raw [BACKWARDS] Scooped off the concrete to make a hit Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hingescompetition cringes in the trencheskillin for mere inches Word to mamaI tongue kiss a piranha Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama I get more ass than a toilet seat So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS] Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist R-double O-K-I-E you ain t stylish It s mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons You re [BACKWARDS] dawsonit s murderwhen I step in the door run for your mother[BACKWARDS] lifeget ghost or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost Startin at cha neck to check ya for respect Ya back get snappedyour lower spine gets wet Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide I m up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside Hook: And don t be gettin no airplay A jam that cha lovea jam that cha love It s a jam that cha love that don t be gettin no airplay A jam that cha lovea jam that cha love Verse 2: Yeahthe rugged ass style I possess They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess [BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn You shoulda never put me on this micyou was warned I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags HuhI m on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can t save ya when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed [BACKWARDS] is criticalwe re fightin at the pinnacle I m burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross Ain t no three-in-a-row tic tac toethis is a real flow boss Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage Interlude: To whom it may concernyouknowhutI msayin? We re gonna do this right hereword is bondhuh huh Cos it s a jam that you love that don t be gettin no airplay (A jam that cha love that don t be gettin no airplay) I wanna do that one right yo Verse 3: To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest Little shortys with big 40 s talkin loudactin proud BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud Rollin El s til your brain swells Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells You mother[BACKWARDS]you fruitcakesyou fakin jacks You [BACKWARDS] don t want itI m burnin up the wax I m a trailblazingun totinrenegade black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade Bullshinaniganscountry ass mannequins Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain t no slam again Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut Outro: Ha haword is bond yo It s a jam that cha love that don t be gettin no airplay Yeahha haword is bond Y knowhutI msayin? I m catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here knowI msayin? [BACKWARDS] to all them rookies[BACKWARDS] word up ha ha Yo I got the laughwordknowI msayin? And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boysyou just gotta laugh at mother[BACKWARDS] Ha hayeah uhh A jam that cha love that don t be gettin no airplay A jam that cha lovea jam that cha love YeahI wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around Farmers My [BACKWARDS] ZeusknowI msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right diddere Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able youknowI msayin? Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS]y knowI msayin? My [BACKWARDS] don t give a [BACKWARDS]word up Set that [BACKWARDS] off rightuhh

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