PICK UP ON LINE 6

Lyrics

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks] Yeah [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] So I'm calling up my agent I had to get my agent on the line (Hello?) He said, "We back up in the duffle But don't let these niggas take another dime" I said fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take 'em off Fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take a loft Fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take 'em off Fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take a loft [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I had a dream about it back in the city when I was [payin'?] age In sixth grade, sucking on titties instead of playing games You harder than me? Not too many niggas say the same If God took a week and some change then you can wait a daaay (You can wait You know what you waiting on, let's fucking get it) I'm the bee's knees, sip this dick's drip like it's Riesling I pull my bootstraps now my whip got the GLE I want my enemies just to leave or to be deceased And if this MAC-10 break wind, it'll be a breeze I ash 'em like the tip of a Fronto SSNs and DOBs get me a condo I stay with the cream and cheese like a little cilantro Now I'm calling up my agent, he say, "What do you want, bro?" [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] So I'm calling up my agent I had to get my agent on the line (Hello?) He said, "We back up in the duffle But don't let these niggas take another dime" I said fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take 'em off Fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take a loft Fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take 'em off Fuck it I'll take 'em all Fuck it I'll take a loft (I had to join her [?], know what I'm sayin'?) [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Aye Like Jada said, just follow the verse And we ain't never seen a Brinks truck follow a hearse The word I'm working is heard as a gift or a curse Before you bite a rhyme of mine, pray over it first (Amen) [Curtis-owned?] Cutlass, the rims don't touch it Nigga, when you buy something, make it make you more money And that's off the dribble with a pull-up jumper Only drinking spring water and my skin looks lovely Bust it out the wrapper [bunt?] the dope like a [custy?] Gotta put Hammer pants on your hands just to touch me Line dance stepper, we some ballroom hustlers Had to put some cheese on it, whole loafs, no onions