P. Blackk Stank Lotion
[Intro]
Aye-yo-yo-yo (check, yeah, check)
Aye-yo-yo-yo (aye, check, yeah-yeah, check)
Yo-yo-yo (aye, check, yeah-yeah, check)
Aye-yo-yo, aye
[Chorus]
Play me is what you ain't gon' do
Aye we in the house, we homeschooled
We fam what you need? I got you
If you short on dough I'll spot you
Who you are now is what you gon' be
I'm young, black, gifted, and free
[Verse]
If the devil is a lie than what is god?
I started rappin' at my mommas church
See I was rockin' crowds and wettin' beds
My mama thought I'd be in special classes
You thought I was gonna say Special Ed — yo
If the devil is a lie than what is god?
I started rappin' at my mommas church
See I was rockin' crowds and wettin' beds
My mama thought I'd be in special classes
She hate when I tell people that
But you know me I gotta keep it real
I gotta make something the kids could feel
Aw shit, see I ain't even mean to rhyme
Aw damn you stole this style from Stank Lotion
No diss that's just an inside joke
But he ain't the first one to pitch his vocals
Like we never heard of Quasimoto
My outlook got everybody hopeful
Step outta line I gotta adios those
Yeah-yeah I'm back to rhymin'
Watch me body boatloads
My state of mind got me goin' loco
I disembody mofo's
My body and spirit intact, but my mind
I'm probably loco
Oh no I'm highly focused
I got my third eyelid open, aye
One of the only honest spokesmen
Plus my rhymes the dopest
You forgot I was the coldest!...oh shit
But if i'm overlooked one mo' gin
I'm finna throw fits
I'm regainin' control
Defeat when I aim for soul
Police terrorizin' us all
So stand for something or fall
I give a f..ck about the law, dog
And f..ck this rap shit I listen to classical, hold up
