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Yo yo I'm known to spit poems 
Throw dice and hold tomes 
Show ice puff bones 
Hit beats like Larry Holmes 
Through the valley of kings 
You catch
"It's time for this real nigga shit.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Niggaz can't see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis" ->
expect from a nigga 
With my intellect 
East coast representing West coast gangsta 
New I ain't trippin' 
I call up King Tee we go dippin' 
Through
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
sound that designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat

Chorus

[scratches by DJ Premier]
"Bumpy Knucks.."
alone
45 King, Chill Rob and Apache, Flavor you
Peace to [Name] and the Naughty By Nature crew
My brothers in PE worked it out
Kwamé, Kid'n Play,
folks we on one
(On one)
We don't be trippin' off that
(Nothin')
Players about to be somethin'
(Somethin')
A music and beat be somethin'
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
the squash beef state
You thinkin' makeup, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
This twin Eagle's of Ares coupe, might as well ride by in an ambulance
My parachute
folks we on one
(On one)
We don't be trippin' off that
(Nothin')
Players about to be somethin'
(Somethin')
A music and beat be somethin'
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
the squash beef state
You thinkin' makeup, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
This twin Eagle's of Ares coupe, might as well ride by in an ambulance
My parachute
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in