14 Shots To The Dome

Ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide
City to city, ghetto to ghetto
Some flavor for you and yours
And your jeep

You're the type of girl that got class and style
Still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
So i pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for
Unh, hardcore
I know you wanna come...in my jeep
We can park on a back street
You're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry
Let's do this in a hurry
Air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken
I know you need a good stickin'
That's when i see my man snoop
Peace, what up kid? loungin' duke
As i turn the corner, starin' in your cornier
You're gettin' hornier and hornier
I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor)
You're legs is incredible, i do a double take
You're puttin' on your lipstick
I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa)
Quick, i know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep
(where at?) back seat of my jeep

[chorus]
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep'

I'm pullin' over near your building
I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin'
I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this
You got class but deep down you're real freakish
You got it all, but you never had a wild episode
That's when me and my jeep showed
Up with the funk in the trunk and
Hittin' it, we're spunkin'
I'll even get you drunk and tipsy
'cause i know you're feelin' frisky
You love it 'cause it's wild and risky
You got your eyes on the hood
You're up to no good
I took you in the back, you hoped i would
You got your black on black so stacked in the back
While i'm pumpin' in the cd i'll skip a track
Windows are foggy
And, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby
And you ain't in between the isley brothers' sheets
I give it to you real raw in the backseat
That's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah)
You'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah)
Don't lie
Take it in your eye (why?)
So buckle up, buckle up
What's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh
I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live
I'll put your numbers in the archives
So take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl
It's my jeep and your world
You got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing
'cause i can tell you wanna swing

[chorus]

We're bonin' on the dark blocks
Wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock
Seats full of sweat, i told ya i would hit it
Your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so i fed it
Workin' as a team
Somebody, anybody (scream)
Jump with me to the cash bar
I'll be like bruce lee in them skins goin' "waahhh"
Damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip
You're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip
You go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah)
You're so cute, wit' your gold tooth
Exstentions on the carpet
That nice round brown is my target
It's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy
I love it when it's pushy
But don't laugh, i'm serious with this (word up)
The back seat of my jeep, is priceless
You're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action
You love a good waxin', it's so relaxin'

Unh, give me a hug
See what i'm sayin' love?

[chorus]

Uncle
Rippin the microphone
And blowin the stage apart.
These mc's ain't got no heart
They need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin 'em down
Best at least
F***in 'em up up at least
Smackin 'em in a pilek
Now have a stomp and a smile g.
Raisin
Replacin
Like jason
When i be chasin
These rappers
Machetti style
Choppin down
Their petty style's bassin
All in my face
You got the mic
But i gotta getcha off it
You got my rhyme
Now cough it
Brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
You're nada
Know nota
I'm hotter
You're a slow trotter.
Karate
Switch the e into an a
And it's karata.
When i come on
I'm rippin it up
Just like a madman.
I fly your head
Chop off your legs
And make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
All of them i rub out.
You know the time
What's on your mind
You know i never go out.
I be breakin bouts
Ya boys
Your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
Stick the fork in you
You're done g.

The instrument'll rip
With the ultimate
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
Whenever i go
I guarantee
The flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
Just like a 9
Kickin it off in half the time
Takin a break
And makin mine
You're way behind.
Ya needed a title
And all the uncle
Made your title for ya
Hopin
And prayin
And wishin
That i can't rap
But i rip all a yall
In half
Look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
Ya kick it
Mmmmm i see goodies
Gimme the mic and hoodie
Now i'll dick it.
Any
The every
The his
The hers
Of those
Of theirs
Of them.
I see your title
Around your neck
Just swingin loose
I take your gem.
I'm takin it off you neck
With every line that i select
And rappin it up and cuttin
While i'm starin
With disrespect.
Bustin off
Yeah
Squeezin like a vice grip
Blowin ya off the stage
Into the crowd
So have a nice trip.

I'm takin control
I hold
The microphone is good as gold
Fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
Totem pole.
Turnin it out
And gettin wrecked
Is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
Puttin his head
Inside the pavement.
Burnin 'em up
Just like a flame thrower
Rippin 'em
With the cool flower.
Takin 'em out in pairs
Like the man, noah
Holdin 'em up
Just like a trophy
For the world to see.
You really ain't superb
You see
You're goin out
Like a girl to me.
Takin your little
Boo-hoo baby
Tear drop
Cryin style
Breakin it down
Until there's dust
And i'ma vacuum up the pile.
Showin
And provin
And groovin
And makin a movie
On the mic.
Slappin a marlboro
In his mouth
Just like
A dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
Maniac
Mad style
Amazin man
Mackin the mic
Since i was just
A mere child.
Props and props
More props than terminator 2
With pen and pad
I play to you
And on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
Undefeatable lyrically
Expandin my empire
You don't wanna test me.

Wizard of funkadelic
Every album's like a relic
Bite the line
Chewin on mine
But ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
Flippin the script
That's in the bushes
Then walkin around the jam
I'm handin out pounds
And mushes.
You're makin a face
You wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
Or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
In the world was makin jams
As soon as i set this off
Their mic's are slidin
Out their hands.
Rockin the junky's world
With the release
Of every single
Back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
To make ya jingle.
Overlord
Droppin the sword
And choppin off the mic cord.
Rappers are dead
All over the street
In every state i toured.
I'm dealin the truth
With living god
That's right before ya eyes.
And i'll be rollin
In hoods and sneakers
You can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
Bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
I'll rip it up
Until sunrise

The act of makin love...is...

[refrain]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs
And put'em in a classroom
30 mc's
And set'em free from thier doom.
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel of furtune it spins
Holdin'
The rhythm like elastic
Moldin'
Your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
Up above
Cause the mania
Hysteria
In the streets
While ya lovers gettin merrier
In the sheets
I met this lady named
Sweet young thing and
She gave me that feelin
That sunshine bring in.
Hordable
Sportable
Totally affordable
Silky smooth
Voice was real audible.
I said your cool as ice cuba
She said, "your that public enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw.
I'm like your uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so heavy ah d?
She said, "you tried to play me
Like big dad-dy."
I said, "i know your tribe,
I called and re-quested
For you to be manifested."
She said, "you know the same gang and my flava unit too?"
I said, "you only knew the certain things i wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm ice-t
Make ya feel bran nubien
In-stant-ly.
Boogie down
And check this production.
Gimme them lips
They look good for suction.
She said, "sweet tease
Cool with a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch.
I said, "do the jingle
And your from around the way.
I like your earrings
L's
But anyway...
Your grand-daddy is
Here to spread cheer.
Somethin nice and smooth
With my tounge in your ear.
Give me a snack
Some salt and pepper on a burger.
Ice cube t
Or if you prefer the
Taste of honey kid
Ride in my capri and
That's the joint
They got the real clear cd in.
She said, "stars couldn't get me in a car.
I don't know what type of man ya are.
You might know karate
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-w-a."

[refrain] (x2)

She was chubb-y and
Ready to rock
Naughty by nature and
Part of my private stock and
Ridin in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Hammer timin.
Incredible.
So edible
And unforgettable.
Soft like a q-tip
I'd love to get with you
Cause i'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more.......
When i get ready for a showcase
Put together well
I go deep
And have an oil well
Show and tell.
I said, "yo-yo!
You're so intelligent
And elegent."
I n-i never run to be d
With another mc
I got what i want
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named k
He's a md.
Last time i heard
Yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up s-e-x-u-a-l - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky or mike is next on the list.
Nastified and all-funkified
Come'on
Come'on
Come'on
Ride.
Can you hear?
Never fear
Whatcha hear.
What ya hear
Is it clear?
Understand
And love ya big dear
And i will appear
My dear
With a beer
And bags full of cheer
And waterbed...
Yeah!
Cause i rumble and groan.
She said, "you got to be bad to
Make the moanie moan."
Ain't no reason to front
On the way your life shown.
Booyaa!
How i'm jumpin' your bones
Like a grand
Master in a flash.
Put out your cigarette
And rest your tired ash.
All i wanna do
Is make woopie
Your my pink cookie.
Not a wookie
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause i'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
You got the sexual profile.

[refrain]

Mad madness
Trashy
Brother from way back.
We're blowin mics since the days of 8-track.
Certified
Bonified
Pull out the weapon.
Rusted.
Your ho's gets busted.
Run your jules!
Shootin up ya damn fools.
Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist
In bloody pools.
Went away
Came back
Your still wack.
Now your slobbin marly's mob
For a dope track.
Comin off like a bra
And its the witness.
No click-click
A fru (?) business
Don't care about no money
Got props in it.
Flippin scripts
With every letter in the alphabet.
Wanna jump. jump!
And jingle your rump. rump!
Here to pump punks
With real hot lead chunks.
Full-grown
I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid.
Put the mic down
My peoples know where ya live.
I chop you little brittle riddle
Right up the middle
And have the police playin the fiddle
In the hospital.
Somebody said, "he couldn't rip with the roughness."
Rhymes kick your teeth
But end up frontless.
Soul survivor of a thousand beats
Sendin funeral wreathes
To all ya use-to-be chiefs.
Is a raw
To a bearlin in the woods (?).
Brothers tapes ain't jack
Their best tracks is wack.
I heard you think you got a chance to win
But my glock is stopped off
To murder the top ten.
Rough and rugged and raw
I'm like a callous.
The underground can say
"ain't no fra-zontin in my palace."


Well can i be the flavor of the month?
I got the flavor
Plus i can bump a chump.
I got the funk
Straight from my underground hide-out.
I freak it in the house
And let the hits just
Ooz out.
Bust on the scene
To let ya know i wasn't frontin.
Got ya screamin for my album
So i had to do somethin.
Write tonight
To take a bit
Not a bite.
And watch the (?)
Freak you with
All my might.
Like "here i am to save the day!"
I stop the tracks
With the mic
So i say "to chay"
And "on gaurd"
When i'm swingin for your brow.
Cause in the house of hits
Ain't no frontin allowed.


Just when you thought
That it was safe
To try and chop me.
Run for ya life
Now here somes mr. funky
And i'm pissed.
So watch how many heads
I'll be the takeout
Boy ya better look out
I work ya like a cook-out.
So get the flavor
The original mr. funky
(?)
And you watch me do my thing.
Because i hit ya with the funk
Of the fly-talker
And make your girl
"bump-bump! get it, get it!"
Like luke skywalker.
I can't front
I love rappin with a passion.
Crash your head front
Into the funk
You think i'm slam dancin.
See when you front
You make mad
The alter weight (?).
Freak this:
"funky twin powers activate!"
Sheik on the mic
With the cape and muscles.
Crushin mc's
While their girls do the hustle.
See other rappers
Try to dis the lords
But yo, your dead wrong.
Damnit, can't we all just get along?
We'll see
There simply ain't no frontin allowed.
Yo, i'm out
Like the cosby show
Peace to the funky child.


Punchin your god-damn eyebrows off
Roughin it up north
Lookin' like your laugh off (?).
It's a blash smash
And crash from my stash.
Be watchin your back kid.
Your girl and the phat path.
Talkin bout your macks and tax.
What's with that?
Your gettin wet like
Sloooow sex.
Rippin on that old school kid.
Leavin sliced as a slit
Says i wet your crib.
No question.
Testin the west
And the east and
Once the ammo was released and
I'll make your girl come and getcha.
Hope you get the picture.
Boy your better off
If a pit bit ya!
What's its like
In the illest fight.
Believe the hype.
I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than mike.
Fight sight alright
They bite
Spot light tonight
Is hype
Trigger happy tripe
Don't hit bite
My owner's right.
And ya know it's comin off
So don't ask it.
Snatchin the vocal
And hotties on the rap tip.
Mackin ya boys up.
Bringin the noise up.
And now ya need stitches
Because my voice cuts.
Chainsaw
Gain more
And riegn raw.
And never let a brother play it
Is my main law.