and watch the show Short Dig on the mic, can't stop the flow All the squares get out the do' If you ain't high enough yet You need to pop some mo' And check
.D. lately And your never gonna rehabilitate me On a mission since the eigth grade Keep gettin' high and stay paid Let's do it, baby Me and Short dog on the mic
, I never let hoes pimp me I let one bitch get me, and instantly She dipped to Mexico, I'm a get you hoe I'm a find you and check you like a physical
yes, y'all, so plant me With the green and them hoes and we can big ball Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing Relaxing and maxing to Short and
ever since the starting gate Remember me and my nigga $hort Dog way back in '88 Broke them bitches down with some sexual healing And man the town ain't been the same and
and bitches to see Yep, that's what life is all about You eating the cunt and she sucking your dick and you fucking that bitch and kicking that bitch
back up and move it in slow motion (*Earthquake) Make me wanna move a little closer (*Earthquake) Get you out of here and get somewhere and stroke it
Real rides, be wise and handle your business Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their business] [Dre'sta] Mic check
I eat, sleep and breath and feed my kids Would it fulfill all my family needs c'mon I treat the mic like the block, fuck with my rocks, and squeeze Critics
phony MC's and stand the lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus Fuck around and
trackin' me, plus jackin' me knowin' that you're dead wrong I got a tec for those that wanna step You're ghost, 'cause since you're playin' me close You're gettin' checked And
in the night, yeah Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write, yeah Since the days of flying a kite and ridin' my bike, come on Open my eyes and
for snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride
, not mine. I gotta gun and ima cock mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down wit Z-ro. And that Millzey, its goin
Geneva convertible couch In the back with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come through dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms And
the mic One time, rhyme animal's on the mic They're still keepin', youth asleep an' We in the hood with heat and still beatin' And we back with the
two check, two check Now check it out, now check it out Get loose, get loose, Myself ? ? ? get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And
