Great Elephant

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm the original, one that niggas be biting But fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it I been wrecking shit before thousand BC Back in the days, nigga on your TV Back when my nigga King Tee was the coolest When 1580 still had the Mack Attack It was just a handful busting on the west Now it's like the pinky, now the shit's stinky The Great Elephant is what they call me around the way Cause I be stomping mothafuckers all day, uh King of the jungle, listen to my roar I be wrecking shit, keeping hoochies on the floor They be getting hot, but I don't give a damn I be caressing the mic when I hit jams Making it moan and groan 'til I'm through Cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you Uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle But how many niggas can I fit in my regal? Niggas can't lift me in my place I live Because of all the funky ass shit that I give I got hypocrite niggas balls hanging in the back Now go and take your pick and make it kind of quick Cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm coming Every time they hear I'm coming is when fools they start running Fifty thousand troops looking like the Middle East The shit I have to do, just to get a little peace Cause busters, they wanna be chilling With that nigga that be calling the villain Can you blame 'em? As I direct my boogie ain't watered down My boogie be thumping, hitting fools way across town Planners be digible, niggas stay cool Coming up with phat shit sitting on a raw stool As I think to myself that I never talked back As I walk to the shack Everyday that I'm living niggas be tripping Cause all the funky shit that I be giving It's like, yeah I'm still here, still in the game I'm making that funky shit cause ain't nothing changed Niggas they wanna know what's up, I'm still chilling Yeah, I'm still the villain, yeah, I make the killing I carry my big stick, walk down the block Roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc It's Ren the Mad Scientist busting tight-ass raps (Why?) 'Cause the nigga's gotta make snaps There's too many clowns up on the juke box Too many itty-bitties occupying the Rap City So I'mma call Don Corleone with bad news And make niggas an offer that they can't refuse So hold your breath whenever I bust a verse And hold on tight because it gets much worse I set booby traps where ever that I kick it But you can't come and kick it cause niggas might stick it Ain't no watered down niggas on these streets And ain't no watered down rhymes with these beats A mad scientist straight outta CPT That don't give a fuck if you can't MC