[ Devin ] Well, it's me, that nigga D from the Odd Squad Lettin you bitches know that we've been workin hard We been puttin our hands together tryin to work hard on it Cookin up a pot of soul, grab a bowl if you want it Shit, we took our time but it'll pay off at the end Get all the money and all the hoes that we can stick our dicks in You got Jugg Mugg, Devin, Rob M-a-see Give us $15, you got a fat CD But don't depend on the radio cause all they play Is DJ Snotty Nose and MC Don't-Know-What-To-Say And when we hear they shit, man, we laugh at them hoes They musta got off the pipe but they started smokin mo's You need to get with the new crew and that's the O-double D down with the G.B. 'makin trouble' It took us a while to come out, but bitch We wasn't frontin, we here to tell you a lil' somethin ( *DJ Styles cuts up* ) (Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin) --> KRS-One [ Rob Quest ] Kniggedy-knock-knock-knock upon the door, don't ask who is it It's them niggas from the Squad here to pay a fuckin visit And I'm gonna thrust my vocal pon this fat track I got the knack to make an old crippled white man rap black Ugh, so give me some dap if you heard somethin that you liked All I need is an EPS and a mic What do I have to do to make you see the vivid picture? I keep you full like a Timmy Chan wing dinner Swingin these rhymes on a Texas style tip, trick Fuckin these hoes with the Texas-sized dick Another hit from the fly one Lookin for a better nigga, you can't find one I have a beat quicker than you can get the rhyme done But you better have my muthafuckin papes straight soon as I'm done And that's comin from the heart Peace to them niggas from the Bone Hard ( ? ) And this is dedicated to my crew And big black ass [Name] forgot about you, fool Tighter than panty hoes that's three sizes too small Here's the beeper number, bitch, so you can give a nigga a call And I'm Audi like Five Star rims DJ Styles, get on the cut and won't you tell em ( *DJ Styles cuts up* ) (Ain't here for no frontin Just to say a little somethin) --> KRS-One [ Jugg Mugg ] On yeah, we're new on the set but not considered as new jacks A long time comin, now we're puttin it in your back Before we couldn't come out with a dope-ass track A nigga couldn't wait to slap this bitch on wax I'm here to say to all the rap musicians The Squad's in the house here to claim our positions Because we're Odd, yes hard I pack a .357, so there's no need for a bodyguard Kickin the funky skills that we know'll make your head bob Just some potent muthafuckas outta Rap-A-Lot So put the tape in, I bet you say it's bumpin Cause it's about time that we told ya hoes somethin ( *DJ Styles cuts up* ) (So listen to what we say) --> Slick Rick (Listen muthafuckas) (Just to say a little somethin) (So listen to what we say)
Written by: CARLOS GARZA, DEVIN C. COPELAND, DEXTER JOHNSON, ROBERT MCQUEEN
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