Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
You got the right to shut the fuck up
Blood leakin' out, girls freakin' out
I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC
And go, 'Uptown Saturday Night' like Geechie Dan
Motherfuckin' cops tweakin' out
And what you know about my writes?
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
Ah, what you know about my writes?
They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright
And what you know about an off night?
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
Songwriters: Alvin Joiner, David Jolicoeur, David Jolicouer, Vincent Mason, M Mcbride, M. Mcbride, Kelvin Mercer, James Robinson, James Anthony Robinson, Rico Smith
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it
Gettin' a house for two grand, now you got your own land
But see songs like these is why this album goin' classic
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright
Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that ain't me
You best believe there's no web or weave a net
Blamin' they legs, while I'm claimin' these tunes
Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire
De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that
Drinkin' up Black and Tan in the back of a van
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat
Yo, what you know about my writes?
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the Y-2-K
Yo, who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?
Publishers: DAISY AGE MUSIC, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP
And I've been waitin' three summers to rhyme alongside my people
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?
Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down
Dirty brown Liquid flow thicker than the Yoo-hoo
Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
The situation is drastic
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin'
Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal
I'm old school like my dad is
Dose of hop hippin' if you thought CaTash was slippin'
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms
Ah, what you know about my writes?
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn'
If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it
Drawin' the pussy out the nigga after my prize, 'cause I won it
Yo, you better recognize and try to analyze this
And what you know about us droppin' ya
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright
Yo, what you know about my writes?
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty work
And what you know about an off night?
I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe
Expert, tryin' to regulate my network
And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin' sure that Hollywood burn
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
We on the same vibe, 'cause real niggaz coincide
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized
I keep it dirty like under the bed
And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan
You makin' diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?
And what you know about my writes?
My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin' shots I call
Ah, what you know about my writes?
So y'all are fuckin' the same hoes who used to be mine
And I ain't gotta say no names
And what you know about my writes?
Hand over fist, how can a man act like a bitch?
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin'
And leavin' you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera?
Jugglin' deez nuts smugglin' these cuts from S.C.
Dirty like Uncle Red, aiyyo, well hella poo-poo
Dirt you dishin' out, chef tellin' it all
Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll somethin'
So pass the mic so I can put in my share
I learned as a young man, long trip, piss in a can
Yo, get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you
Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood floors
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won, who the baddest?
Yo these styles I kick should be called Bic raps
When he bang dents all up in they wallets
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the plastic
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about them gun fights?
This is for the DJ, bring it back one time
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
And what you know about them gun fights?
Love money like I love my moms
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Ah, what you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know about my writes?
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground
Yeah, yeah, look, I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less
I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere
And what you know about an off night?
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
Love my nigga Com Sense
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Got you on your knees like a freak
And what you know about them gun fights?
CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
And what you know about my writes?
Aiyyo, we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys