4 Better or 4 Worse

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, do you take, Rhymealinda (Do you love me, Tre?) To be your lawfully wedded wife? (Do you really love me?) Uh, uh I do, I do, no, I don't, I do [Verse 1: Slimkid3] Ah, roomie-zoom-zoom, I'm off to be wed To Rhymealinda, I remember, um, when we first met In '82, back in school, used to play up all the fools Sometimes, you'd be my number five, sometimes you'd be my twenty-two But, um, screw the dumb shit, 'cause little Rhymea's true I can't wait to say "I do," and oh yeah, honey, there's no due I got my chariot rollin', now I'm mic controlling Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're rollin' all strikes, we're havin' little tykes One is little Mike, the other's Ike, I'm sure that you would like To hold 'em, or maybe stroll 'em on their little bikes When they're born, I've sworn, to bring 'em up right, you know Dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em They'll be healthy like a health nut, I'm sure you'll shake your butt Kick the verse, preacher, and I won't disperse Here's my life, Rhymealinda, for better or for worse [Chorus] And you don't stop, you don't stop (What?) And you don't stop, you don't stop (What?) And you don't stop, you don't stop (What?) You don't, stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop (What?) And you don't stop, and you don't stop (What?) And you don't stop, you don't stop (What?) And you don't stop [Verse 2: Imani] Well, it's done, she tagged me, duck, duck, goose I'm batter up, I can't sleep, the fly brother must produce The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five mag Straight up tennis shoes, in my pants, there's a sag Droppin' so much grammar, gotta slam it down my mouth Shit, I met a slut, she put me in a rut, G With the dip that was down with me from the homefront Now front me never, too cool, however I gotta get the bread (Bread), gotta get the butter (Butter) Fix it up, eat it down, throw it in the gutter (Gutter dreamed it), sour (Creamed it), gotta Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water Now the water's gettin hotter, so I bought her a new ring Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing I gotta kiss her ass, my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me, bitch, take me for better or for worse [Chorus] And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop And you don't stop, and you don't stop [Verse 3: Fatlip] Well, this is the final chapters (Hello?) Of me, so we're going to rack up (Who is this?) In tune, in tune, in tune, a button (Why are you calling my house, who is this?) A button, a button, Oh c'mon, honey (What?) Would you come along with me down the lane? (Mike, is that you?) And I will pick your brain (Oh my God, who is this?) I won't pick it like you think I will (I'll fucking call the cops, don't call my house) I'll take a hammer and start to drill (Oh my God, what is this?) Your skull, and then I'll really start pickin' Your brains out (What?), I will be lickin' (I'm gonna call the cops, okay? Quit fucking around) You taste so intelligent (Hello, who is this?) Ah, yes, yes, yes You trusted me, now I busted the (Help, who is this?) Top of your skull (What are you doing? Why are you calling me?) You thought today was going to be dull? But it was very exciting I took your fingers then I started biting (Who are you? Why are you calling my house?) And then I scraped the meat off the bone (Stop calling here) Of your leg (Don't call here anymore) You tried to make me beg But I had to insist, I had to insist, I (Oh my God) Went up your pussy with my fist (Ahh) Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard (I'm gonna call the cops) Don't stop it yet (Fuck you, don't call my house) [Interlude: Fatlip] Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?) Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?) Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?) Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?) [Outro] Yo, I'm Audi Geee No copies manufactured No, uh, copies, we can't, uh, do the copies No copies, okay Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? That's what it is, huh? Is that what you want? What you talkin' 'bout? What you talkin' 'bout, nigga? What you know about the problems in LA? I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems of the people in LA See, the brothers need some type of education And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uh, community 'Cause the mute-cuh—, duh, the community grows like seeds And the seeds will not fall from the tree if you don't water the grass So, nigga, get off your rusty Black ass Like this, no, no, no, no, no, no, like this You can get with this or you can get with that I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat Uh, okay, um, okay, uh, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going Hey, Romye, Romye, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here Come here for a second Ayy, Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani, I think you should— oh