rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic rappers Melodic rappers and narcotic rappers All you phoney rappers, baloney rappers Me-and-my-homie rappers Tony Toni
makin' it better You see, Hip hop's not a product like pants or sweater Go ahead-be a hero, get your cheddar Even y'all gonna see when you look back
sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo Come on, swing 'em like a two way, back to school Rulership shit, bring them the newest, Tony Touch 'em,
before the Will Smith's And the limelights of Cuba Gooding Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a quasar Be duckin' pulsars, organic stay still be the Gods Tony Touch, Tony Touch
if I'm forced to pull out, I'mma blow out ya brain Yo, what we feel, never go wit the grain It's Tony Touch and B-Real still goin' insane Mi Vida Loca, get
your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about [Chorus] Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get
with German Lugers On tour dates, stashin' mad work in milk crates Rock groups get smacked, speakers dropped, on they back Some damage I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps Let's get
tell MC's to watch their back I'm the man of the hour Watchin' girls takin' a shower I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back Rappers get maxi-pads
no Our girls is the models They coochies the juiciest Yeah, they say he, down, down Yeah, they say, he down and out 'Cause I'm back on my grind Money back
't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket But it backfired, air in the back tires Get ready for crack
and if so why, why Baddest bitch up on the block Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock She fuck with Tony don't she Oh he's
Where the furl nigga? where the earl nigga? Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right. Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl nigga? Gonna get ya fuckin
Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9] Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun (WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN) Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
Geah (check it out) In the muthafuckin' house (geah) For the paper Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin' Half ounce hoodlums in the house
Get down like you live [eiht] Hey Geah (we ain't fakers) You know tha business Get down like you live Geah You know tha business, bitch, you know tha business Step back
the way back days Where the half ounce lays Gun tucked by the nuts As the one time struts Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around here
Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my God Here it is, just for you, sugar Bobby Digital back on the set Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet Drip drip
you don't touch my daughter And in the morning, milk the cows" I was sleepin' like a rat When I heard something jerkin' There stood Rita Lookin' just like Tony