Hoc N Pucky - Slum Village, Jay Dee

Yo, plea-plea, plea-plea, please listen to my demo

I got a flow that goes, ain’t nobody droppin no lyrics

Niggaz they fear me because I represent Jah

Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car

Blah blah blah blah blah blah-weee, yo My momma told me that these niggaz tried to rob her at the liquor sto'

Check me out, HOOO, RAHHHH, ahh

Check me out, uhh, check me out

HUHHHH, what you want, ahh

Yo check me out, check it out

UHH, check ahh

(Why does it have to be so damn)

MON-STAHH IS RAW~!

TO…

Rough enough to crush a nigga’s tree trunks

Aww my man, no time to think what she wants

I’ll be damned, Stan, remember we ran

Eveywhere, God damnit I said we ran

Across streets… bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt

There go my pager blowin up with the bill that’s obese

What did your momma see,, fat-ass

Really, should’ve, left your ass, in there

It’s a mosh, let’s torture my niggaz

OOOOH, God damnit I said OOOOH

Do you know the things that I can do to you?

I can make you cry like your momma do And for the wild, my style, is monumental

As my flow, is fuckin up, instrumentals

I leave it superbad cause I know he know

Take it easy, they don’t they don’t (they don’t)

They don’t they don’t

They don’t — they don’t they don’t (they don’t)

They don’t they don’t

They don’t — they don’t

They — they — they — they — they…