[Verse 1: Brandon B.]
I was walking up to class, smoking that hash
Fine b*tches walking by, and I'm slapping they ass
Then I roll past my dealer, and I'm getting that cash
And you know in my pants, I be packing that mass
[Verse 2: Conrad C.]
The boys and I was chilling out at the swamp
When we passed by some n*ggas who was talking that womp
Later on, catch those n*ggas all up under my stomp
Roll back to the crib, I be smacking that romp
[Verse 3: Brandon B.]
They be saying, "go to school, get that education"
b*tch, f*ck that, I'mma take over the nation
Bomb straps, AKs, and a couple gas stations
All I need is power, dead bodies, and relations
[Verse 4: Conrad C.]
Chillin'—maybe killin'
Popping shots at pigs while I'm snorting penicillin
The media tries to make me out to be the villain
So I fire my Destructo Disk at them like I was Krillin
[Verse 5: Brandon B.]
Approached the president, hit him with a right
Come to find out, first lady's pretty tight
At the top of the world, these n*ggas at a fright
Now the whole world's fearing the Arabian nights
[Verse 6: Conrad C.]
'Bout now everybody in the world wants to be me
Gotta fill out a release form just to see me
Every f*cking day, got my face on the TV
Reminding everybody I'm the king of the 3D
[Verse 7: Brandon and Conrad together]
BC from the stone age into your home
f*ck with us, motherf*cker, get two to the dome
You a fine ass b*tch, go and pick up the phone
BC got the whole world riding our bone