My Writes
(专辑: Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump - 2000)
[ad libs for the
first 30 seconds] [Dove] Yo who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; got bitches throwin they drawers on stage that ain't me! I
raise kids, push whips, piss an MC Love money like I
love my moms Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets Wall to wall bullshit I
got hardwood floors Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine so y'all are fuckin the
same hoes who used to be mine [Tash] And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people Rico, De La, inject you with the
lethal dose of hop-hippin if you thought CaTash was slippin then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin CaTash put the
dip in dip dive socialize Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized [Xzibit] Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this Hand over fist how can a
man act like a
bitch? Change and switch, snitch on his crew Yo get rid of the
niggaz before the
same thing happen to you [Pos] And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out Got you on your knees like a
freak, jugglin deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from S.C., you best be -lieve there's no web or leave a
net We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo [Chorus: all together] What you know about my writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the
light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights) Got a
nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) [Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, look I'm Samson without Delilah, the
soul survivor The
drunk driver that rolls straight, take the
whole cake Chop it up with the
family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's a
Desert Eagle for all the
fuckin shots I
called My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin [Pos] Yo these style I
kick should be called [?] rap Drawin the
pussy out the
nigga after my prize, cause I
want it They stomach what I
throw, they know I'm right for they diet They librarian flow keeps the
party real quiet (shhhhh) The
love I
lost outweighs the
rhymes I
gain but the
fact that I
spit 'em makes me cherish the
name So pass the
mic so I
can put in my share I
rip it from home to L.A. with connectin flights to rip it elsewhere [J-Ro] Drinkin up Black & Tan in the
back of a
van I
learned as a
young man long trip, piss in a
can Gettin a
house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a
plan Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin Black Tarzan You got to live with the
cards dealt in yo' hand Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a
Stand and go Uptown Saturday Night like Ichiban [Dove] I
keep it dirty like under the
bed (dirty) Dirty like Uncle Red; aiyyo, [?] Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker than the
Yoo-Hoo Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all Face down in the
dirt, doin my dirty work Expert, tryin to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it If they ask who cut the
grits I'ma say E-Swift did it [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Tash] And I've been known to get it on, past the
break of the
dawn Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "Potholes in Yo' Lawn" (C'mon!) You makin diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way I
can shut y'all niggaz down like the
Y-2-K I
did a
tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe We on the
same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide ("Right-right-right..") The
situation is drastic but see songs like these is why this album goin classic [J-Ro] This is for the
DJ, bring it back one time I
drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme I'm old school like my dad is So add this, to your collect', Plug Won who the
baddest? [Pos] Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys Them little Pips, they done tripped the
wire Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms [Xzibit] Yeah we flat out classic, seperate the
real from the
plastic and I
gotta say no names Play no games, hit the
switches, crack the
frame Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the
blame Brand name fresh out the
box type hustle Manpower success is mind over muscle Grind til the
wheels fall off, accept the
loss I
never been soft, whatever the
cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the
cross it's time to return My only concern is makin sure that Hollywood burn, Hollywood burn, burn to the
ground, trick-ass niggaz is all up in the
game and don't deserve to be down [J-Ro] Four bottle rap, twist the
cap and kick back De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that And what you know about us droppin ya and leavin you with half a
face like the
Phantom of the
Opera? [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Chorus extended] Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) [Tash] You got the
right to shut the
fuck up! [laughing]