Lyrics

[Intro: Rock] Just thinking about my nigga P and shit, we always used to talk shit [?], I'd be like "Yo, I got raps for this (Sean lives on) The Heltah Skeltah shit I got raps for my shit," he'd be like "My nigga just rap nigga, just motherfucking rap nigga, you think too much nigga just rap." You know what I'm saying? So, this is for my nigga right here, I'ma show you, this is what I do when I just rap. I'ma just rap, let's go, y'all ready? [Verse: Rock] Do re mi fa sol la ti do For that dough [?] amigo far, [?] Tito (Santana-looking ass) Long clips, Bananarama it's gon' be a cruel summer better have ya' slammer, or clam up Panhandlers got hammers, imagine the niggas with bandannas It's outta hand for some of ya' But for me it's straight cheesecake You'd be safe with me in BK, stay for three weeks straight I'm Don Rocko, from the Sackman block ho, Bucktown Ain't no kung fu more like gun fu, Kung Pao Throw caps at you reptiles, Kung Lao No, boxing the Don, son down from one round Do what you do, say what you herbs gon' say [?] hate I keeps it a thousand like one-third André Last year I took my biggest loss, this year the earth gon' pay Streets want blood and we serving 'em plates, performing transfusions You and ya' mans losing The can coon 'em, have 'em do a dance Shoot till the spring break, you get bamboozled You get washed here, shampoo 'em, bamboo 'em Wrapped up, clap through the dream shake, I blam Houston's Rockets, bang zoom to the moon or to ya' tomb shun, vacate, National Lampoon's You're a peon, beyond that you're a damn fool Translucent as plans to jam who? (No) It's a no-no, don't go, save yourself some time tag ya' own toe Back out ya' own chrome, blow off ya' own nose Go foe and use the fo'-fo', (uh-uh), fucking bozo [Outro: Rock] Nigga kill yourself You should drink a motherfucking bottle of Lysol wit' ya' bitch ass You know what you should do? I want you to take a deep breath And hold it Keep holding it Keep holding it Sean lives on