[Intro: Black Kent]
Yeah
Turn the mic' on
Mic is on, alright
I feel like doing my thing on that one
Can I do my thing ? Yes I can
[Verse 1: Black Kent]
Yeah, turn the mothaf*cking lights on
Yeah and like pass that rubber rubber
Mommy wobble wobble going down undercover
How could dumb dummy black be the lover's lover
And I'm the hater's lover little pretty motherf*cker
Thats how they call a brother and I brawl a brother
Your mama wants to love him man your lady wants to f*ck him
And I'm barely joking with the mic dude
And I'm barely choking
Got yo b*tches' legs very open
And that's very often
I don't mean to b-b-brag but I got a hashish team for every hoven
And I shine two, most of my n*ggas wear black masks
They don't give a f*ck about swine flu
I used to be the n*gga dreamin about the television
Now he is gone and you better beat him
And I’m working on this beat by Dre
In them beats by Dre
And I’m trying to get a beat by dre, f*ck it
[Hook]
Roll that sh*t
Light that sh*t
Smoke that sh*t
Pass that motherf*cker
Get that sh*t
Speak that homie
Let me hit that sh*t
Pass that mothaf*cker
[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
Mr. Wordsmith spit the words which saliva found the surface
Pit stocks take a forecast surgeon have the surgery
You come out of line your best punch lines from your best verses
I’m still sh*tting on fools even if I spit my word sh*t
Syrup gimme a turp better than turpentine
In layman’s I lay n*ggas down with one rhyme, because
I don’t want you faggots on my di*k
There’s two reasons to be afraid: b*tches and Black Kent
Two reasons don’t act crazy with these guns in my clique
See I don’t get caught by that V.I. sh*t
I shoot a silent movie ??
Uh-uh I ain't playing mothaf*ckers
I got three cannons big as Jonas Brothers
Afraid is the rage then slit throats and graze you
I hate you n*ggas f*ck it I guess I'm racist
Cali and the V.A. sh*t n*gga we made sh*t
[Hook]