Chorus

When you hoes is lonely in the night
All you need is the one who can make it right
Just get back and page me
I will find a way

Baby girl its me time
Lets do it like the dogs by the street sign
Combine with the beast that’s bout the shiekin’
Sweet is the wine I sip off your thigh
Reeking the smell of the cream that just slipped in your eye
Peeking at you fannie
Swing back and forth in your panties
Smoke a tenny, pop the remy
Its another Annie
Heartbreak, if your smart take of your tennies
Throw on them red heels tender
Remember me not being sober
I hit the curb when I pulled over
You was cool cause I was riding that toyoter
Since I’m the kind who macking for sex
I hit the pedal then came back in the lex
Why did it take all that
For you to fall flat, on your face
While my balls slap the pace
Of your cushor
Japanese or African sisters
Laughin’ at bustas

Because you back with the hustler

Chorus x2

You said your man went to jail
Wanna give me that tail
His ATU at nine
Time will reveal
I showed up with my sex motor over your quota
Little ginny in my glass of soda its over
I’m givin’ all my sex
Your man called collect
To give y’all respect
I withdraw the bed
Hung up ensured him that the pussy’s untouched
But you keep telling me in person how you love it so much
And probably
Keep the lights on just to see my body
A hobby is what we call it
But can’t live without it
I’m noddin’ fast asleep
In the nasty sheets
Pass my glass of tea
So the wrath in me, can blossom
Everynight a different way to toss’em is awesome
Takin’ flicks of all the naked shit you see the boss is
Tellin you to tell your man that your girlfriend took’em
So he can smile when he lookin’

Chorus x2

[Featuring Opio]
EXTRA PRO:
Yeah
I can feel this
Been holdin’ mics longer than Don Cornelius
Will this ever end
Not ’till I seal this
Challenging your style reveal this
To you wack niggaz
Phuck the trigga (get on the ground)
And try to peel this
’cause I’ma heal this meaning your wounds and scars
Froze your flows compose you down from G to R
Then expose you to the star
That I caught you in
And plus this motherphucka’ brought a friend
So you’re not scary, very silly really
Nothin’ puffin’ out ya chest
I doubt ya fresh
And Billy’s bluffin’
And so it’s cool for you to do
Your clout was less soon as you did that
Ya shit’s wack
Forget rap
There’s extra robes in your choir stand while you admirin’
The niggaz in higher places who are firin’
You weak shit so knock on
Opio they wanna be dropped on (come on give it to ‘em)
OPIO:
Yeah
Hieroglyphics rock on
Outlastin’ the niggaz graspin’ on to the past
When they was everlastin’
Let the times pass ‘em
Now they gaspin’ for breath
With nothin’ left
They used to be def
I guess they blacked out
They need to back out
Wack wasn’t our shit from jump
I never did give a damn about a punk MC
My sworn enemy
I live to see ‘em all fall off
Just memories
’cause we the uncontested
Hieroglyphics unimpressed wit’ (what)
The shabby competition, they gets left quick
Plus these R&B niggaz on they dick
They betta’ stick to singin’
Stop clingin’
To the real shit, listen
Get a clear understandin’, this is competition
Demandin’
You can’t get a hand in
I stay on top, I’m never landin’
Leavin’ MC’s scramblin’

I keep ‘em grounded
They can’t compound slick lyrics together
Never had it in ‘em, better
Leave that shit alone
Simp to the women for a minute
That’s how ya livin’
Give it up man, ya lost it
Ya look exhausted
Ya betta’ off wit’ the
Heartbreaks, singin’ backup
’cause ya slackin’ tremendously, ya never win
Ya mic gets smacked up
Disagree (huh), ya disallusioned
’cause ya losin’, jerk
Take some time out
Stutterin’, can’t even get ya phuckin’ rhyme out
Who da champ?, who da joke?, let’s find out
Straight out the O’ and niggaz love me fo’ it
The mack poet
Down wit’ Extra Pro, it don’t stop y’all
And niggaz can’t catch up
Unmatched, diggin’ niggaz on the mic
I’m such a pimp
And don’t attempt, ya can’t touch me
Shut that shit up, ya weak (yeah)
I make the freaks get up
[CHROUS:]
“(It don’t stop)don’t stop(don’t quit)don’t quit X4
(We gotta’ come wit’ the funky shit)”
EXTRA PRO:
Now Hieroglyphics ain’t no motherphuckin’ joke
So soak, in the liquids and bottles of dopeness
I won’t be so subtle to rope this
Around ya neck
We got respect
Hocus pocus
Try ta focus
Ya see into me and
Ya read into the beats
Sweet
Is my style, I’m disturbed
I got a list and mile
Of MC’s that don’t pile the right vowels
I’ll, listen and laugh (ha, ha, ha…)
While you don’t have what we have, I’m dismissin’ yo’ staff
And if you ain’t followin’ then you missin’ the wrath
Have you forgotten, I’m fed up
Shut up, when I’m speakin’
While you’re seekin’
A style we rock on the weekend
Now you’re peekin’
At me and my man while we’re freakin’, reekin’
The smell of funks
Punks, get the leakin’ (ha)
From the dillz (but they still ain’t fresh)
Time ta chill. . .