POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
DOVE: Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
look up to, that fell the fuck off.
MASE: And now they doing all that R`n`B sh..(crocker!)
DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues?
DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin` Bullsh...
DOVE:
Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain`t thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro
In `83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I play the corner tough
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
MASE:
Givin` high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don`t front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(Nah, man, a super ho)
That`s cool `cause I`m still an Afro bro
Yeah, I`m live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
`Cause I`ve been an Afro since birth
POS:
Yeah
Now I hold my crotch `cause I`m top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I`ve got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the Ave
(You niggas cheat me, well who`s that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
(Yo, gee, this track is stack)
(And you know that)
I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I`m asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut