Intro:
I need a blunt fore I slap the shit out somebody
Uhh come on get it up y'all
Uhh come on come on come on come on
come on get it up y'all
Uhh yeah yeah uhh
I know y'all like this one
Uhh uhh yeah yeah uhh come on
Yo y'all niggas will never see my level
Raps so hot I slapbox with the devil
Tap a jaw slap a bitch do what I like
Gotta sociology of money like Reverend Ike
Yo here's a rapper fiction, get out the jurisdiction
before I hit that ass with a cross-addiction crucifixion
Editorial newsflash
Extra extra, let this blast wit your stank ass
Face the ultimate challenge, style's gotta lotta mileage
Come to violence, leave in silence
This beat's a beat so come on take a swim
If C's can't float don't worry about them
I'ma duke like Patty, ritz like Matty
Slick like a khaki, but not your baby daddy
Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted
So pop that coochie girl like you're double-jointed, come on
Chorus:
This is for my thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
who need a drink before you - SLAP SOMEBODY
All my cats on the corner who's packin a shotty
who need a blunt before you - SLAP SOMEBODY
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party
before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
I speak with more technique, than karate
cos, I, will - SLAP SOMEBODY
Aiyo, strictly from the street that's why I get love
Erick darin niggas out in the back of the club
With the mic in my hand, just got paid
Take you suckers out til I get on stage
When the girls see my face and they all get excited
Thugs in the front row bout to start a riot
Too lou
