Lyrics
a man of honor, dog, the proof's in the puddin,
show me the money on the Radio like Mr. Cuba Goodin.
Junior in college, wait, gimme a minute,
the realest, and you feel-it, ok, i was only kiddin,
when.. said i'm a junior, what i meant was that in June-ya,
will see me no longer a sophmore cause i be a junior.
but skip all that, cause in fact, i'm out raisin all-hell,
and the streets on board, got em grindin up on the guard-rails,
cause in my life-time, i work it so i can write-rhymes,
but when i said on board i mean they surfin in the pipe-line,
oh so valient, a baller, ya gotta foul-him,
so take a one night stand cause i killed the rest ya battalion,
Mr. Stay-loud, man he doesn't play-round,
give em a run for they money dog, like some grey-hounds.
so astonishing, the thoughts i got and honestly,
i'm offerin, a chance to kick-it if ya brought ya soccer-cleats,
speak-the-flame, man he's a freak-in-sane,
and ya wanna collect chips, ya better hit up Frito-Lay,
Mr. Rawny Mack, rockin it with the hottest-raps,
off of the top to slaughter cats, damn the kid he be a monster-and..
said it, ya bet it, i don't regret it, and i meant it,
man he's murderin the flow, somebody call a paramedic...
honestly, in a robbery, you'll stop-and-freeze,
or shot on by a load of guys like bukake-scenes,
