Mane - Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt

Yeah, when I drop the cross

When I show you the boss

When I show you the off

M.A.N.E., spells mane

You know the bass is out, you comin thick mane

I’m droppin words on beats, they comin sick mane

That little cadence you use, that ain’t shit mane

Long-face or not, you be a big mane

Sweet on my feet, flow like Sugar Shane

You never get up the hill, to the Hall of Fame

E-40 my man, he did «Tha Hall of Game»

Girls walk the stage, while the speakers bang

Pretty titties that hang, when you droppin them thangs

Non-stop rocka rocka rocka

When I get up and spot her

M.A.N.E., spells mane — Yeah that’s me, don’t forget it

F.A.M.E., spells fame — Whatever it takes, yo I’ma get it

G.A.M.E., spells game — Since it started, I’ve been in it

M.A.N.E., spells mane — The way I start it, I’ma finish

Peter Piper picked pickles, and Keith rocked rhymes

Move around, get away, you need to split mane

You can’t spit mane, make it tick mane

Still I flip a brain, in the powerful lane

Like a powerful train, you can’t handle my pain

I put a stain on your name leave you out in the rain

Let my foes remain, like a key yo

Stuck to a keychain

Matinee, I’m the lord of rings

Chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang, bobbala-bang-bang

Shockin the waves, rockin them days

Sparkin them pays, yo

B’s, turn to C’s, turn to B’s

A+ turn to A’s

I’m down to slick slang, girls check yo' phone rang

Smooth as oodles of noodles and chow mein

If you go out late, I’ll hang

And sweat like jheri curls on Pootie Tang

Don’t get jealous, stop messin with Pootie mane

I’m out here with sharp eyes and a booty aim

Watchin the booty frame

That blouse show nipples, got me insane

Fire that burn, leave you in flame

2000 iron freight train

Little mane or big mane

Who drive a rig mane, light up a cig mane

Quarter to eight, mane, don’t be late mane