(Mike D)
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I`m so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise, you know I`m the cool coper
On the mic I score, just like the Yankees
Get over on Miss Crabtree like my main man Spanky
Excuse me young lady I don`t mean to trouble ya
Ya lookin` so hot inside your BMW
I got lucky, I brought home the Kitten
Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten
Can`t get better odds because I`m a sure thing
Proud Mary is a turning and rolling like a ring-ding
Jump the turnstiles never pay the toll
I did the doo-wah diddy and bust `em with the pre roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don`t rat out your boy over some rat weed
I`m out of your back door, I`m into another
You boyfriend doesn`t know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammer, always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds
(MCA)
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at `cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It`s just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine`s by my side
`Cuz you know Y-A-U-C-H
I`m taking all MC`s out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool am I
Going off, getting paid, and I don`t ask why
Playin` beats on my box, making music for the many
Know a lot of def girls that are doing their thing
A lot of parents like to think I`m a villain
I`m just chillin`, like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I`m not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit, man
I was making records when you were sucking your
mothers dick
(Ad-Rock)
Girl
You`re walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things that goin` up your nose
Ya` getting fancy gifts from expensive men
You`re a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection, getting girls affection
If your life needs correction, don`t follow my direction
You got your 8x10, your agent, your Harley
You`ll be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie
`Cuz I`m running things like some mack motherfucker
You`ll be slipping your slack in your face
`cuz your a false fake sucker
You slipped your slack, you cock me and you`re wack
While I`m reading On The Road by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
`Cuz I`m on your mind, it`s hard to forget me
I`ll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out, y`all PCP, song out
Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
And I`m out
