Nottz Ultramagnetic MC's (Ft. Goody-2)

[Ced Gee]
Yeah~! Hehehehe, uh-huh, uh-huh
We bouts to get gutter
You know what I'm talkin 'bout son, we takin this back to the STREETS
(To the streets..) on some Ultramagnetic heat (caliente)
Ced Gee, Kool Keith (Goody-2) drop it
Yo, feel me, here we go
Check it, uhh

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
We gotta rock, Nottz is in our pocket

[Kool Keith]
I'm more tragic with the treats than a cheap critic
On the net, talkin shit, downloadin beats
Piss on the type of nigga that won't go the distance
Take his girl to the World Serious, I'm behind homeplate
You thrifty bastards, sit in the bleacher seats
With secondhand pre-washed jeans, and hippie coats on
Alternative clothes, I never seen
That shit ain't the STREET!
All you discount bargain hunters fuck up the game, and make rap weak
The previous albums, those are the tracks I leak
I save all my good stuff
Little pieces of shit don't deserve to hear me at my peak
Mountain niggas with climbin gear, suck my dick
And hop in the back of your Cherokee Jeep with Cherokee beeps!
I know I come steep, the Ranger Rover
Play Sesame Street niggas out like Oscar the Grouch and Grover
See bitches wigs in the middle intersection
Back up the track and I roll over