(intro):Rich
Yoh!
We in Africa son... Shiit...
And we hungry...
Cuz... Show them how to do this... HIT EM..
MAKE US RICH n*ggA!!!!
(Verse)
Chek it...
No one hotter than One/
Wors to Poppa no one hotter than son/
I pack a big pipe, for a thick dyke, that wanna swallow a gun/
That boy Uno stay hot where he from/
(Mike Lowrey In this Biiiatch)
Bad boy dont f*ck with these nice dudes/
All these freaky thick rich b*tches one night dude/
Black and white... no Mike dude/
Cold di*k give her big chills.. Ice Cube/
You know the industry whack/
Middle finger all these industry cats/
Im in the streets with a stick of endo and i handle in the streets rap/
Put an end to all these industry cats/(got that nicca)
You know... One Rhyme sick/
Kill a n*gga career when i one line sh*t/
Am about mine/
Im thinkin its bout time/
That we hold it down/
No doubt muthaf*cka...
The kid got`em singin...(whaat?)
(Hook)
I got em singin.....(and your sister too!)
I got em singin.....(and yo mama too!)
I got em singin.....(is that yo aunty!?)
Yeah you know I got em singin.....(got em all singin!?)
I got em singin.....(yeah!)
I got em singin.....(whaat!?)
Even your girl be singin....(even your girl, shiiit!!)
(Verse)
One Minute six seconds/ (that`s a verse nicca)
One in it, streets reppin/ (What!?)
One in it, b*tch check in/
No Master P, no limit, spit reckless/ (Bonkers!!!)
Y`all should get with the wordplay/
Baker man, bake my own cake for my birthday/
East African boy, Tanzania the birth place/
Gotta get it all, thats my word, no wordplay/(scrabble)
I make your town wanna speak street/
Come through, n*ggas spaced out no E.T/
Be easy.. Be easy/
f*ck your cute bars, this too hot for t.v/ (hotter than Beyonce n*gga!!!?)
n*gga am not playing/
East African, E.A, n*gga i got game/
So tell the D.J, go D.J/
I just wanna turn this b*tch up.... NO REPLAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Go....go.....go....go Deejaaay.....