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Hey C.S. man, umm Yeah, since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer, umm Why don't you gimme a lyrical shout out on your album junior? C'mon man, gimme somethin' man! Common! Ah-heh! Let's make a deal, pickle I'm pitchin' penny dimes and nickels You couldn't sell a sticker, on the tape you're DJ tickles I jiggle and juggle the rhymes like I was to keep you suckers all waiting My tub, I rub-a-dub it with my rubber duck I play With those quack MC's, someone's been sittin' in my chair And I'ma wash that crank right outta my hair Shampoo but I'm down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self You're buggin' buddy doin' somebody nosin' don't know yourself Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae, “Deesy, dirty and Don Tanean?” Haste makes waste So with the case is how my day begins Hot in quarter Vader shops the sports day market pelo I'm think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the hospital with a G-O Word is bond when I was born and I took a breath I never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I was def Respect to Chico, “Waller Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome” Poo-da, ba ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into some Time for get me drunk, “Stu and more my cousin Adulay” Fuck the bitches who dissed us and the hoes Who wouldn't give rash a play I'ma play and which way until I get my new props Peace to Ricki love the rockin' shot to all the beer spots The marks we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker To those who I forgot yo, I'ma blame it on the liquor That's my nigga list to those who I missed My ass, you can kiss, I gotta piss