[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Give me the muthafuckin' cue, I'mma pop this shit
We desperate men, muthafucka, we need this muthafuckin' CREAM, muthafucka
Ain't nobody out here trynna give us shit, muthafucka
Fuck all that shit, fuck all you hoes, fuck all you
Hype ass muthafuckas, all y'all can suck my dick
[Diesel]
When I rise, in the morning, I thank the God that I'm breathin'
Cuz all the population's risin', y'all muthafuckas be leavin'
And I don't wanna be, one of those, who be singin'
Shot up on your local newspage, then later on this evening
Some say they ready to die, nah, that ain't the fly guy
All I wanna do is make CREAM and just get high
Some wonder God is he gone, til his jewelry stop
But I can handle that shit, no way can I not rock block
I just let the section know that I do, to be respected and matured
I refuse to leave Bush, that's kinda home like the worm
And past my reflex, duck shit, I'm like sperm
My radio frequency, now go against the grain like Howard Stern
East to West, niggas need to clean it out their ears and
Now who rockin' Biggie, and fake Ice Cube's ??
In the hole, we need it get it again
On the mic, now Dino rap shit next year
From a not born, to a born don, rap armageddon
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel, or just a dead end
To get it back like a light packerback, move the way, and yo
Nigga roam, I pack the track
Give me the muthafuckin' cue, I'mma pop this shit
We desperate men, muthafucka, we need this muthafuckin' CREAM, muthafucka
Ain't nobody out here trynna give us shit, muthafucka
Fuck all that shit, fuck all you hoes, fuck all you
Hype ass muthafuckas, all y'all can suck my dick
[Diesel]
When I rise, in the morning, I thank the God that I'm breathin'
Cuz all the population's risin', y'all muthafuckas be leavin'
And I don't wanna be, one of those, who be singin'
Shot up on your local newspage, then later on this evening
Some say they ready to die, nah, that ain't the fly guy
All I wanna do is make CREAM and just get high
Some wonder God is he gone, til his jewelry stop
But I can handle that shit, no way can I not rock block
I just let the section know that I do, to be respected and matured
I refuse to leave Bush, that's kinda home like the worm
And past my reflex, duck shit, I'm like sperm
My radio frequency, now go against the grain like Howard Stern
East to West, niggas need to clean it out their ears and
Now who rockin' Biggie, and fake Ice Cube's ??
In the hole, we need it get it again
On the mic, now Dino rap shit next year
From a not born, to a born don, rap armageddon
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel, or just a dead end
To get it back like a light packerback, move the way, and yo
Nigga roam, I pack the track
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