...For Persons with DJ Abilities

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you

Damn G the spot's gettin' hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady
But they can't fade South Central
Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental
Checkin' out every block close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out

Hey hey man, whats up nigga?
Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga!

Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties
Still had the L.A. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali
Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the shit's like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggas kickin' up dust
And some of them are even lookin' up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on

[TV announcer]
Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central
Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background:
"If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere")

Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggas want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggas still can't stick together
Fuckin' police got the four-one-one
That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys
Feudin', like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin' tricky
Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle
But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin'
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck
The fool must be sparkin'
Talkin' about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like Northside
And it's a riot if any more niggas die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked

Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, I've found him
I want you to meet the baddest motherfucker (right on, right on, right on)
Who is it?
Well it's grand puba honey
With my man snug doogie love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it

I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
Sit back and sip moe as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm in the set
Grand puba is the one who makes they stink box wet
So let me tell ya somethin' lady
When ya flow this flow then it's all cream and baby
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace
Step three: then ya look her dead in the face
Step four: now it's time to leave this place
Hold up, be careful of the cheesa's
The teasa's, the one who wants the money and the visa's
I'ma tell honies straight off the bat
But please don't even go there with that, dig it
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time

Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I like it)
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya and ya say new york city (I like it)
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I like it)
Oh yeah I lke it
And ya say ( I like it)

Could it be I've stayed away too long
Seems mc's be wishing I was gone
Because they wanna be where I are
But ya can't get that far
So stop wishing on a star
Its only one grand p, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
Me
Its no doubt I come real with that
The butter track
The one that makes the honey's hit the bed mat
I'm energetic, poetic, athletic, with good credit
So just move like I'm Simon and I said it
Ya see my flow is just a step ahead
I'm still wicked in a bed because I'm down right nasty like newlyweds
So back up and let me breathe, 'cause when it comes to gettin' down
I'm gettin' looser than a crackheads hair weave
And I, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this
If ya search a million miles
So why'n cha let puba ingnite your party
I hit a flow liike al jarrow
But I've been doin' this for years
I'm leavin' mc's in tears,tears; dig it
Cause they fallin' just like the rain
Grand puba's too much for the brain
Now gold diggers who try to get it
I left 'em backwards, they thought they farted when they shitted
Cause puba's everything, and everything is pu
Cause I hit'em with the (one), and then with the (two)
Yeah, 'cause that's just how grand pu and sadat doogie do
Ya didn't know I was the bomb baby
Somebody should've told you, somebody should have told you

Oh, yeah I like it (I like it)
Oh, yeah I like it (I like it)
And ya say new york city
Oh, yeah I like it (no doubt)
And ya say new york city
Oh, yeah I like it
Ha ha, and ya say

'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down
'Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Down for ours we get down no doubt
Ninety-five flav, and I'm out
(Oh, yeah I like it)
(Oh, yeah I like it)

[Verse One]
You know I used to be a player fly girl layer and a heartbreaker
Lovemaker backbreaker but then I made a
Mistake yes I fell in love with this ill chick
Sweatin' me for money my name and the dilsnick
My homeboys told me to drop her for it would be to my benefit
She used to say I'd better quit hanging with those derelects
Romancing is my thing but I can't swing with no scheming hoes
Wherever my beema goes you know that I'm driving
Surviving in the 90's is a must so I trust
That everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
Do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
Now back to the ex-girls, ex-lovers, ex-friends
It made me mad to find that she was only after my ends
She phones me and goes on about her new life now
I wish she knew right now
I think she's busted let's discuss it
When I was with her no trust, just fights
Just the he-say-she-say and the neighborhood highlights
Bow I got my new girl or as I say my baby doll
But I'm still gettin' crazy calls, my ex-girl's got balls
Don't want to play the field 'cause I get lovin' at home base
Don't gimme no long face just exit with a grace
You and I are the past, see'est la vie, much respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl 'cause I'm on with the next girl

[Chorus ]
Next

[Verse Two]
She had much loot liked to buy me fresh-dipped gear
Liked to have me near 'cause of my svoir faire
The time we shared was brief 'cause I needed relief
From her high-classed antics and all her conceit
Now she's crying wolf and I like don't want to hear that
I told her the bear facts when things started out
She wines and she pouts about how I did her bad
Yo but she'd tried to buy me
Even tempt me with the hiney
I fell for a sec 'cause the clothes were real fly
I could almost feel I
Would give into her whims
Her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
I told her hey look I can no longer date ya
Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank
Many thanks for the time and the watch and the link
You and I are the past, see'est la vie, nuff respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl 'cause I'm straight with the next girl

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
You saw my mom in the supermarket and gave her your number
You asked how's my sister then asked how's my brother
Didn't ask about my father 'cause you know he ain't like ya
Every time I left for your crib yo he'd really get hyper
The advice he used to give me makes much sense now
I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence down
You used to ask me why the hell did I want to live in Brooklyn?
You messed up my flow although you were good-lookin'
Yes darlin' was fly and this was the problem
'cause back in the day she had me scheming and robbin'
To get her things to wear so when she went to the club
All eyes were on her and me I just bugged
Caught in between felling proud and feeling more like a sucker
Had to go undercover, get away, find another
Been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world too
I've seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do
I went from ex-girl to next took my time with each one
And you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon
Went home to see mom and I saw you at the bus stop
Must I stop? nah I think not
You and I are the past see'est la vie, much respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl & I'm out with the next girl
Out...

[Chorus]