summers to rhyme longside my people Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal dose of hop-hippin if you thought CaTash was slippin then put that drink down
come tumbling down how it sound all around now We going to party now hold it down we going to party-hardy right down to the ground [Chorus]
(yeah) Ay then after he passed home base he started to pump the breaks My heavenly bliss destroyed He flipped a U-y in my face I was the grand prize
with analog technology Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology Fuckin up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin Boogie to break to bumrushin
' three summers to rhyme alongside my people Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal Dose of hop hippin' if you thought CaTash was slippin' Then put that drink down
Grand Here comes my man My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother Keep your eyes on the prize
three summers to rhyme longside my people Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin Then put that drink down
rabbit food they're servin over at Veggie Hut" "Meat to the Shizzake" "Bro, I down lots of MeatShakes, man" "I'd love to taste the secret" "Lunch break
expired Gave up the ghost in hopes of keeping ropes tied Tight around our necks, no respect so they died Those on my side risk their lives for the grand prize
crowd come tumbling down how it sound all around now We going to party now hold it down we going to party-hardy right down to the ground [Chorus]
video, no Biggie [El Juba] El Juba's a Continuum foot soldier, in one grand corps GOD body, we utter automatic machine metaphors Let a war break out,
has a plan from yesterday to today [Verse 1:] I realize the trouble I face, is like running a race for the grand prize, Steady my pace Clap my hand and
food they're servin over at Veggie Hut" "Meat to the Shizzake" "Bro, I down lots of MeatShakes, man" "I'd love to taste the secret" "Lunch break,