(Beat: Dr Dre - Keep Their Heads Ringin, Friday Soundtrack)
(KRS-One) Boo boo boo boo booyakasha!
I used to stay in the kitchen like a cook-off
So I could throw it at the fiends like a football
You see I come from the era of the cook raw
Over that dope, boy your head could get took off
Round here the drugs moving like clock work
And the n***** squeeze guns til they glocks hurt
I tell baby wear them heels and a hot skirt
b**** I'm trying to teach you something like a Pac verse
Hip Hop need YB like ID & ain't a n**** could do this besides me
I'm still the same ol G in my Louise V sneaks
Club riblets, just me and 3 freaks
All this ice got them hos with they mouth wide
f*** the jackers I got goons outside and inside
We can let clips I f*** with real n***** on the Blood and the Crip side
n**** and my name is Ya Boy & keep it real I'm starting to get annoyed
How the hottest n**** in Hip Hop is Soulja Boy?
When I'm on the West Coast making J Hova noise
Hey who wanna get buck with me?
Name a n**** bet that n**** cant f*** with me
Hip hop whats happenin? About this rapping
Ya boy is the m************ sargeant captain
Hip-Hop what's up?
I'm at the door you gotta let me in (x2)
Blck CLS on chrome rims
24 see I'm riding on grown men
No h*** I don't need no promo
They know what's up when they see that pyramid logo
Is it the weight that I push by the boat load?
That got em bouncing off my stick like a pogo
Or the rockstar image that I uphold
That make these women expose their t**ies and b*** holes
f*** no see they know I'm a real n****
So when I get signed I hope it make the deal bigger
I'm only being real with you
I used to keep a .22 in my hilfiger
Now I keep a fo-fo in my Polo
Put you in the sky like Luke and Han Solo
Cuz all my n***** riding like Talladega night
we settle for his life
Me and these other rapper, man this s*** ain't even right
It's like bringing heavy metal to a gun fight
(KRS-One) Boo boo boo boo booyakasha!
I used to stay in the kitchen like a cook-off
So I could throw it at the fiends like a football
You see I come from the era of the cook raw
Over that dope, boy your head could get took off
Round here the drugs moving like clock work
And the n***** squeeze guns til they glocks hurt
I tell baby wear them heels and a hot skirt
b**** I'm trying to teach you something like a Pac verse
Hip Hop need YB like ID & ain't a n**** could do this besides me
I'm still the same ol G in my Louise V sneaks
Club riblets, just me and 3 freaks
All this ice got them hos with they mouth wide
f*** the jackers I got goons outside and inside
We can let clips I f*** with real n***** on the Blood and the Crip side
n**** and my name is Ya Boy & keep it real I'm starting to get annoyed
How the hottest n**** in Hip Hop is Soulja Boy?
When I'm on the West Coast making J Hova noise
Hey who wanna get buck with me?
Name a n**** bet that n**** cant f*** with me
Hip hop whats happenin? About this rapping
Ya boy is the m************ sargeant captain
Hip-Hop what's up?
I'm at the door you gotta let me in (x2)
Blck CLS on chrome rims
24 see I'm riding on grown men
No h*** I don't need no promo
They know what's up when they see that pyramid logo
Is it the weight that I push by the boat load?
That got em bouncing off my stick like a pogo
Or the rockstar image that I uphold
That make these women expose their t**ies and b*** holes
f*** no see they know I'm a real n****
So when I get signed I hope it make the deal bigger
I'm only being real with you
I used to keep a .22 in my hilfiger
Now I keep a fo-fo in my Polo
Put you in the sky like Luke and Han Solo
Cuz all my n***** riding like Talladega night
we settle for his life
Me and these other rapper, man this s*** ain't even right
It's like bringing heavy metal to a gun fight