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Rap Rap Rap (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blaque (Blaque) · Blaque Out (Blaque) · Blaque Out [Digital Version] (Blaque) · Blaque Out (Blaque) · Rap Mania: The Roots of Rap [Video/DVD] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rap Mania: Roots of Rap (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Rap: Rap Masters (The Eurobeats) · Kurtis Blow Presents the History of Rap, Vol. 2: The Birth of the Rap Record (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rap's Greatest Hitz: Ghetto Rap (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


me want to blast the chrome
To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie
and shifty, quickly call Swifty 
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese
With ya seed,
Man I'm kinda high 
You said, who got beef ?
Do niggas take advice from these nasty freaks (yeah)
Did you see the cold steel ?

Homey that shit'll
Party time
It's party time

Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again
You can take away my beat and don't touch my pen
My name is
Volume One
Rap critics politickin, wanna know the outcome
Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial
without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than a grain
Or a pebble,
me want to blast the chrome
To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (nigga)
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do
Volume One
Rap critics politickin, wanna know the outcome
Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg
don't want to go pop!
I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
R&B ya see, all that's cool, but
hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at
Even
throw those grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
That's ran by the icon who just left
grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty

That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
And spilled
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
the bozack, E

As I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw
gravy, but I want right to the throne
Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song
Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down
Real
to get to knowin'
Your place or mine?  I love your eyes, hey where you goin'?

Now, honey didn't do what everyone else does
She stood out without
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but shit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite
a little better
And when they don't hear my voice, I get letters
'cause darken the beats is how I do grips
Make ya rap roast start a boogie and shake
I
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
somethin missin 
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business 
No business 

Chorus 2X 
Verse Three: Fiend 
I could end the world with one
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false media
We don't need it do
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault Dre,
Who you foolin.. only foolin (2X)
[Dove]
Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner
Scannin proper with my sight muscle
This rap
a bati boy in 'im head like a rasta
What's my name bitch? (Mr eXquire)
Don't forget the muthafuckin, without that it's nothin
I bring the ruckus, these