goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess
 right
 in his corn
 chasin behind my path for garbage bags
 game like dat
 tracks in the world can't save ya
 like a cracker do a cross
 understand my language
 test
, you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks
 don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax
 choppin like a blade
 frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again
 sweat it
 wreck in here,
 word up ha ha
 skill boys, you just gotta laugh at


 around
 Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother
 minnan right
, y'knowI'msayin?
 don't give a
, word up
 off right, uhh
 作曲 : Chad James "Dr. Ceuss" Elliott & LL Cool J & Jerry Peters & Maurice White
 作词 : Elliot, LL Cool J, Peters ...
Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess
They got the
[BACKWARDS
You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned
I got
hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags
Huh, I'm on my mother
I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat
All the mother
when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya
Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed
[BACKWARDS
I'm burnin
Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss
Makin
then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage
To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?
We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh
Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
（A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay）
I wanna do that one right yo
To whom it may concern on this mother
I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest
Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud
BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud
Rollin El's til your brain swells
Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells

You mother
You
I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade
black ass New York
Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins
Mother
Yeah what? I siad it and
What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut
Ha ha, word is bond yo
It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay
Yeah, ha ha, word is bond
Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother
knowI'msayin?
[BACKWARDS
Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?
And sometimes
mother
Ha ha, yeah uhh
A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay

A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love

Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother
Farmers
My
diddere
Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,

youknowI'msayin?
Get mad busy in this
My
Set that