[Saukrates]

Alright, east side

Big dogs, oh yeah

We coming through with this

You know what I'm saying

On that same vibe

Know what I'm saying, I mean

When you get to this mic, when you see this microphone

You got to see this microphone as you woman

Your plate of food, you know what I'm saying

Whether it's soul food, West Indian, whatever it may be

Be gone

Yo, uh, yo

Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to say-ay-ay

Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and compadre-ay-ays

Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay

With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg

I choose a new style to play-ay-ay

Me and James Ingram found more than a hundred way-ay-ays

Say say say what?  Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay

You couldn't fuck with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay

Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way

Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay

Never cuse those who player hay-ay-ate

Eventually y'all will come around my way-ay-ay

Like I said nothing to say-ay-ay

You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K

Ain't a dollar sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay

But if you insist, I'll take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay

Save the other ten for me-ay-ay

Stutter stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay

You niggas who lack orginalitay-ay-ay

I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay

Every copy you'll skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay

My shit remains the bomb diggy-ay-ay

Remain ill to the saukratizzy way

I keep it bangin in your pun-punananay-nanay



[CHORUS: Saukrates (Niggas ov S.I.N.)]

(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby

Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)

When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay

Sing it now

(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby

Keep it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)

When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay



[Saukrates]

I was illing and cold chlling on the block and willing

To let y'all niggas get away with the trash you spilling

But, I ain't going to float and be your life perserver

Play the police, turn this art to murder, word up!

Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common observer

Who claim they heard of, keep my fans forver learners

My plans forever hand to burner

Understand you the man, but I'm Truck Turner

Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up

Try not to curse up, we the big dogs you the first pup

Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for really

A broke hustler making y'all willie style look silly wild

While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill

Ain't a competitor that will better the skill for real

Now that you know the time do you feel

Me enough to put me on you fitty dollar bill?

Anyway-ay-ay, back to you pun-punananny-ay

We was conversating on how to make your punanny spray-ay-ay

Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay

For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas starving

For a bargain, my shit's never for free

I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say

Who keeps it banging in your sugar's pun-punannay



[CHORUS]