Air ’Em Out Ras Kass

[Ras Kass]
Jea! Re-Up! A J-Classic classic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo
I'm about to air these niggas out one time

[Verse 1]
Yo yo, ain't no nigga like the one right here
Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear
G-Star jeans, gun right near
And the homey X just fucked Usher's bitch like "Yeah!"
Dawg I'mma spit the hottest shit
Fuck a dentist, eat a fire department and proctologists
Ras Kass, King of the West, acknowledge this
And get a piece of the rock like meteorogologists
What Dame Dash and hapha is
645 Coupe the same color Chewbacca is
And you's a nigga everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks
That clown at the bar buying hot bitches drinks
And she's passin' them to me
What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten killers deep
Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink
Candy painting was off, dog we floodin' the streets

[Hook 1]
I
WILL
NOT
LOSE
I (RE-UP about that fetti)
WILL (Load up your Glocks, get ready)
NOT
LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!)