Do it right! Do it right! Do it right! I know my parents they... to see me grow, Can see... They say I got a dumb name, but they sing to it, What's
, "How to Lace a Phat Track" I come from hard times hopin? I?m never goin? back Never thought that all of this would come from writing raps Big money,
some A&R's that fucked with me though, but then like the heads, it'd be somebody at the company that'll say "naw." Like, Dave LottI fucked with me, my
I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh [Sebastin] Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps Anticipate nickel plates, man, right where
50 up Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff We spent years in the studio making funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
call me shithead But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J, bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg, I'm Dave, I don't give a
of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah well On the Dave Chappelle
it right nigga, you dealin' with apes I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps Anticipate
Shithead But that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck (Dave) Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a
it up Now we trying to squash all that east/west stuff We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
B, flow type dynamite, TNT Spend grandly, with explosive Spit fire raps and holsters I make heat smolter with a quick draw Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps
an over Blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Who you foolin', only foolin' Who you foolin', only foolin' Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner Scannin' proper with my sight muscle
a jail yard I'm sick slow call me a retard Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin' Dark as hell and water drippin' Parrish Smith mentally sick Serial rap killer like Dave
went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope about herself Just after she left the Fugees, started rolling with the Marleys Got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle
apes I came for the safe now show me the cake, uhh [Sebastin] Listen, as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps Anticipate nickel plates, man, right
