Six Shooters

Fuck everybody

Fuck everybody

Fuck everybody and that ain't gotta rhyme with nothing

That's just how I feel

Not the Mad Rapper, just a brother with no deal

Rocked all around the world on the strength of my skill

Japan, Australia and Europe know the deal

Gave it up for L.A. at every spot I chill

For y'all that don't know

Living Legends is the band on this six shot revolver

Not an automatic but it's guaranteed to jam to the start to the finish

A smile on my face when the Beat Junkies spin this

From 18th Street to the show lines on Venice

I love my city

L.A. fool what?

Talk bad about my town?

Dude, fucking shut up

'Fore I have to come through and

Psst, psst, psst; beat everybody up

Grab the microphone, I'll eat everybody up

Except for Ab Rude

Had to make a funny

Fuck battle raps, I'm 'bout the good times and money

My hood rhymes and honies

That's all that really counts

Breaking up MC's like I'm breaking up an ounce

Strictly for the prophet

A lyrical assassin

Love latina's always

Simply abbreviated, means I love L.A

Mid-City one time, now what the doctor gotta say?

Quick!

Summon your troops, here comes Oop

I rock the loops that makes the fly girls Shoop

Like Pepa and Salt, plus get loose like a leper

Kicking much caboose with the lecture

You might catch a bad two or three

Cause on the mic it's you or me

I've got a poetry degree from USC

Actually mine is South Central with a six shooter pistol

Here comes Siskel and Ebert and leave without Siskel

In this flick

I wiggle my nose like Bewitched

Blinker, blinker, blinker and extinct your whole outfit

All y'all

Street rhyme fight scenes recall

Mike Tyson beating down Mitch Green in a street brawl

Catch a hee-haw from a black rap Ryu

Mister Verbal Sunshine will ride through and fry you

Even if Don King's beside you or Trinidad

We can't lose Oop ooze from the pen and pad