[00:00.00]Funky-ass mother****ers
[00:04.92]You that pie ass mother****er
[00:07.50]Stand on your own two feet mother****er
[00:10.38]And the mother****er you gon' buy somebody else's mother****er
[00:12.62]Mother****er, yo, as it long enough to put in your mouth
[00:15.42]Turn that bullshit up louder
[00:16.14]What's up wit that bullshit?
[00:17.22]Yo Muggs, make it rough
[00:19.56]So many fools swingin' from my sack
[00:21.63]Let's talk about the one who had my back
[00:24.21]Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
[00:26.88]To the mother****er who calls himself '
[00:28.77]Wicked'No rest, no peace!
[00:31.17]No sleepDoughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep
[00:34.26]Jackson, lemme figure out the name
[00:36.69]Jack 'cause you be stealing other mother****ers' game
[00:39.03]But I'm the wrong mother****er you wanna **** with
[00:41.58]On my d**k so hard, that ya wanna suck it
[00:44.10]Go on the head, gobble up the n**s
[00:46.23]Get your lips ready and tear this mother****er up
[00:48.99]Talk about
[00:49.62]Ezy, correct yourself
[00:51.00]Cube, better step back and check yourself
[01:04.35]Let's talk about this
[01:05.73]First solo album on the east coast mother****er
[01:08.34]The east coast mother****ers all showed ya love
[01:10.74]Especially the one known as the '
[01:12.48]King Sun'He tried to warn us mother****ers aboutcha
[01:15.60]But nobody would listen, even but then dissin'
[01:18.36]Two albums later, you callin' my crew
[01:20.73]All because ya wanna be
[01:21.87]Cypress Cube!
[01:23.13]Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley
[01:25.35]Good boy went to school, out in the valley
[01:28.05]****in' it, lemme make this understood
[01:30.36]Speakin' on mama's little boys in da hood
[01:33.24]No vaseline, just a rope and a chair and gasoline!
[01:38.22]Lench Mob is a friend of mine
[01:39.90]But you talk about them mother****ers from behind
[01:42.69]You know what the
[01:43.38]Hossack is,
[01:44.37]O'Shea?A mother****ing pig, that don't fly straight
[01:47.67]Where ya gonna run to?
[01:48.84]Where ya gonna hide?
[01:50.01]Taadow! Look at who's running outside!
[02:21.75]Natural born bullshit artist!
[02:23.49]Lemme hitcha
[02:24.06]With a dose of reality when
[02:25.74]I get witcha
[02:26.67]Your homie [Incomprehensible]
[02:28.98]Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
[02:31.38]BuddhaLet me take you down under on a plane
[02:34.35]Where everybody was going insane
[02:36.30]Took a look at the real one
[02:37.89]Afro Comb!
[02:38.70]The next morning you didn't have yours on
[02:41.52]How many ways will you bite my shit?
[02:43.59]Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
[02:46.41]Caution, when you enter the zone
[02:48.54]Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone
[02:51.45]I got Cube melting in a tray
[02:53.58]Pulling up his card and ****ing up his good day
[02:56.49]Unoriginal rap veteran, the mother****er who say
[02:59.46]He don't steal from his friends
[03:01.38]Don't trust that mother****er named
[03:03.00]O'Shea mother****er him, and send him on his way

Funky-ass mother****ers
You that pie ass mother****er
Stand on your own two feet mother****er
And the mother****er you gon' buy somebody else's mother****er
Mother****er, yo, as it long enough to put in your mouth
Turn that bullshit up louder
What's up wit that bullshit?
Yo Muggs, make it rough
So many fools swingin' from my sack
Let's talk about the one who had my back
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the mother****er who calls himself '
Wicked'No rest, no peace!
No sleepDoughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the name
Jack 'cause you be stealing other mother****ers' game
But I'm the wrong mother****er you wanna **** with
On my d**k so hard, that ya wanna suck it
Go on the head, gobble up the n**s
Get your lips ready and tear this mother****er up
Talk about
Ezy, correct yourself
Cube, better step back and check yourself
Let's talk about this
First solo album on the east coast mother****er
The east coast mother****ers all showed ya love
Especially the one known as the '
King Sun'He tried to warn us mother****ers aboutcha
But nobody would listen, even but then dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew
All because ya wanna be
Cypress Cube!
Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley
Good boy went to school, out in the valley
****in' it, lemme make this understood
Speakin' on mama's little boys in da hood
No vaseline, just a rope and a chair and gasoline!
Lench Mob is a friend of mine
But you talk about them mother****ers from behind
You know what the
Hossack is,
O'Shea?A mother****ing pig, that don't fly straight
Where ya gonna run to?
Where ya gonna hide?
Taadow! Look at who's running outside!
Natural born bullshit artist!
Lemme hitcha
With a dose of reality when
I get witcha
Your homie
Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke
BuddhaLet me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane
Took a look at the real one
Afro Comb!
The next morning you didn't have yours on
How many ways will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone
I got Cube melting in a tray
Pulling up his card and ****ing up his good day
Unoriginal rap veteran, the mother****er who say
He don't steal from his friends
Don't trust that mother****er named
O'Shea mother****er him, and send him on his way