Basically lyrics

[Basically] (24X)

[Verse 1]
Aw sh*t! Hey dudes my interludes
More fatter than most n*ggas LPs, so don't sell me the stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffin' on ganja, sippin' on a Cherry Bianca (Ahhhhhh)
My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the penile G and let my nine c*ck loudly
Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka, what am I do to ya?
It's something new to ya, like screwin' ya, all over my studi-ah
Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties (Huh)
That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips bi
-atch, unloosen my belt thinkin' to grab the crotch
But before you do, move my Glock before it shoot my c*ck

[Bridge]
And see basically them trick b*tches get no dough (Word)
And see basically Redman album is no joke (Word)
And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (Word)
'Cause I kill when they f*ck with food on my dinner table (Word)

[Verse 2]
I drop a punchline at lunchtime, 'cause I'm a Close Encounter
Of the None Kind with dumb rhymes, I battle all of y'all at one time (Huh)
So f*ck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need that sh*t to pay my rent with (Huh)
And to the nosey stink-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it every time that a multi-platinum artist
Always use the underground to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore n*ggas that rap?
That don't give a f*ck about the radio plus the next b*tch at that?
And being hardcore is not about wearing high-tech boots and black skully hats
And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs
[Outro]
Think about it, hah
Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus (Huh)
This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself (Yeah)
Ahhhhh... Huh