U 47

Accidentally said what's cracking to a Blood, Freudian crip

Surprised it didn't end up with ya boy being flipped

But homie ain't tripped, knew it was an honest mistake

Plus I'm neutral, Droog's only concern is his cake

They was definitely F'in with me

Before a rapper even says one line, you can tell if he iffy

Know somebody just by watching how they move

Now you could be how he thug, or play it smooth play it smooth

Guess I'm a punk then, they let the drunken monk in

With a O-E 40 like E-40 trying to Function

Now tell me has it sunk in as some can do anything?

I just had to bring the funk in on the Neumann or the Telefunken

You 47 still trying to rap, stop

You have teenagers today, making hits right on their laptops

Plug-in thuggin' while you flexing on them with a DAT

Like what you know bout that youngin? Fuck outta here

They don't wanna know so keep it on the low

There comes a time when you let that old phony persona go

And yea I know throwing hands is honorable

But to me, shooting affair means bringing a gun airing out the whole carnival

Had this chick named Bernadette, paid a 600 dollar burner debt

Get my tax return and I'm set

Good to go, basehead like Woodrow

Hoes on my meat cause I remind em of Boris Kodjoe

Y'all put the bum in bumbaclot

Better listen with them ears that Dumbo got

Something live straight out the gumbo pot

No pot to piss in, still brought the hotness

S-s-s-sizzlin back up to carry out the vision

Gotta be willing to swing again when you miss

And make sure that your dissing is never disingenuous

Rock, no matter how bad the sound at the venue is

Slight work, never strenuous

I'm at ease, busting down chicks with fatties

Swollen honey dutch leaf fatties and getting everything all beef patties

With hot mayo, while you can't get a J-O because of your felony