Intro/Chorus:
Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke mad weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your Timbs wit your sons
That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds
Verse One: 8-Off Aguilar
Yo, yo, somebody told me I threw a hot joint wit Das
Courtesy a' EPMD, Aguilar, recognize
Niggas was stuck on Diggy before Biggie and Nas
Test guy reported in The Source, even thought about "Best Buys"
My 12-bar Count Dracula wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of Coke and he's drinkin' Pterodactyl-a's in chromed Acuras
Challenge any one wit balls nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap wit your soloists and various artists
Puttin it down on the J-9000 SSL wit stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-Off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off
Chorus (x2)
Verse Two: Nocturnal
Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke mad weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your Timbs wit your sons
That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds
Verse One: 8-Off Aguilar
Yo, yo, somebody told me I threw a hot joint wit Das
Courtesy a' EPMD, Aguilar, recognize
Niggas was stuck on Diggy before Biggie and Nas
Test guy reported in The Source, even thought about "Best Buys"
My 12-bar Count Dracula wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of Coke and he's drinkin' Pterodactyl-a's in chromed Acuras
Challenge any one wit balls nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap wit your soloists and various artists
Puttin it down on the J-9000 SSL wit stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-Off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off
Chorus (x2)
Verse Two: Nocturnal
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