Dusk is dawn is day Where did it go? I've been laughing Fast and slow Moving in a still frame Howling at the moon Morning found me laughing Up and down
on Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
winnin out a nigga With penetration equivalent to muthaf**kin pistols I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a
to control ya life like a hundred dollar bill now ( Hey ) It's true that we cold as ice, guarantee that we ain't gon chill now ( Hey ) Wrapped up like a
out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak (SP) Shit I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug
of company B. A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot he's blowin' eight to the bar. Yeah, he can't blow a note if a bass and guitar isn't,
bugle boy of company B A root, a toot, a toodli-a-da to toot toot toot, he's blowin' eight to the bar Can't blow a note if a bass and guitar isn't,
a star is born on a cusp Many angel's fell to the dust Leavin' me to trust... only a ohhh Leavin' me to trust y'all only a ohhh Leavin' me to trust in
-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's
probaly got a problem with a hater I got a boss that's my young OG, OMG I'm here bae bae, and I can't leave Guess I'm lookin for a girl with a body like
that 808 Can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass But I know y'all wanted that 808 Can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass I like the way you move I like the way you
said that the 'Pro-black' was going out of style She said, Afrocentricity was of the past So she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's
a party out, all hands is in the air Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage, faggots
da bass hot I love to watch to the top till there's no clock Can't even tell the time but you know it's mine What time is ma, it's 20 karats after nine
don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B Money in my pocket's all I ever need It was me, Fred B and Freddy Brack Dipped the
in that Bootsy's rubber band In '76, seen a mothership land Nothin' but funk all in your face I like to slow it way down in ass and bass 'Cause that's
cellular phone I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong Fred Benz, Freddy B Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep A motherfuckin' mack, that's what I am Taxin' a bitch