Blyne Rob! Ow, Anotha muthafuckin' Wild Freestyle Hot shit, who thought that I'll be mild? Mouth be foul, South Beach bound On a wall of titties poppin' out like ploaw Holy cow, I guess I'll just enjoy the view Fire up some weed and some good barbeque Fuck up the brisket it's gone be too hard to chew "Well shit, I admit, I'm good on that pit, but I lost a few" Toss a few brews up, last night I threw up so today I'm gonna take it light, just trying to make it right Now it take my body a little longer to heal And my gal think my bone needs a pill But it don't and she's sadly mistaken But it's badly achin' cause last night it was taking a beating, skeetin' between cheeks of freaks As I pinned my meat in the valley of twin peaks Chin leaks when I finish with her She wants some tender vittles No fancy restaurant for me, you know I'll spend a little She tried to cook, but a nigga didn't want it Had stuffed bell peppers with the sticker still on it Doggone it, I guess I'll take some macaroni With that government cheese, fuck are those, chickpeas? Dick tease? Leave her. Bout to meet Laquita, hit her with the skeeta And try not to leave it in her beaver My brother's keeper and my Brothers keep me Higher than a muthfucka, they know where the weed be I be looking sleepy but I'm really wide awoke, disappear behind the smoke like Dyna Mote [?] But then, abracadabra laugh if you hafta slap a few rappers, make em practice, and take a few laps and wake a few nappers Who been sleeping but still peeping what I'm speaking, keeping notes in their books, but I know that they're crooks (They be) Daily patiently waiting making me crazy lately (Laughing) some of em love me, some of them shaky-shaky (Who's knows?) Maybe they hate me, maybe their heart is achy breaky (When I) give em the meat and potatoes they want extra gravy (yeah) If Simon is simple I'm just a pimple ready to bust Spiritual lyrical still a fool, Devin'll cuss But rarely notable, hip-hop quotable Used to pack the boom box, 'member when they was portable? So cool, old school no school rule (Yeah boy!) Gonna rock this muthfucka like we supposed to fool Like the rhyme to the rhythm, I'm finna give em The D-E-V like B-I-Z them 'Doo Doo' Boo Boo-ism And if the shoe do fit em then put the fuckers on And if you got some bad feet got to shuck your corns What the fuck you on if you fuckin' with me? Oh, you found out that she was sucking my D?