1996 Don Rello

[Verse 1]
Simple imperfections are pointed out on the reg
If the misdirection is the message, boy, I'm on the peg
I'm the one-legged figure and I dig your simple style
All the while, ladies move, and I love the women's smile
Never dialed up a chick I liked, I missed the proper chance
Pistol-poppin' hands can't just window-shop a can (Dump it)
Dump it all on Sam, he's the clan's grand-uncle
Bam, bam, shuffle the bodies up off the sand
From Afghanistan to Atlanta, Pakistan to Savannah
Keep tellin' yourself you're changing, you're angry enough to panic
Light you up with the beat, abandon the use of fuses
It's '93 in this music, it's futile, take me to school with
Both the Doggystyle record, and Enter The Wu
Venture the foggy-mile, answer the Q's
Off of the top and on the bottom, we started and now we're near
Cause I can hear the Molly poppin', it's obvious how ya' fear
Wanna fit in with the populars, offer ya' all binoculars
Y'all end up hoppin', but they drop ya' when the cops alert
Dawg, ya' heard? Momma's gone to work
And you ain't off to stoppin' her
Officers got you coughin' till your coffins drop on top of ya'
Let me knock off the ice, I'm nice enough not to chop it (cha!)
Mice, I'm like with the profit, the cheddar is awfully white
It's absent outta my pocket, I locked it all in my casket
Practicing all my shots is the opposite of my tactics