Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?
 To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

 Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do

 Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
 to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met
 In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
 Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
 but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true
 I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due
 I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin
 Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
 We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes
 One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like
 to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
 When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right
 you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em
 They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt
 (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse
 Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse

 Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose
 I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
 the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag
 Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
 Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
 Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G
 with the dip that was down with me from the whole front
 Now front me never too cool how-ever
 I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
 Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter
 (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
 skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
 Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring
 Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
 I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse
 If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse

 *phone rings*
 I mean nah, just
 *phone rings*
 [woman] I got it! *click* Hello?

 Well this is the final chapter Hello?
 of me, we're going to rack up Who is this?
 in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house?
 a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What?
 Would you come along with me down Mike is that you?
 the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this?
 I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops
 I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house
 Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this
 picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops
 licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around
 You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this?
 Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What
 I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you
 You thought the day was going to be calling me?
 DULL?? I'll make it very exciting
 I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you
 BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house?
 off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here!
 Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore
 But I had to insist, I had to insist
 Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
 Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops!
 overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!!

 Like this... ("like what like what like what")
 (repeat 4X)

 Yo, I'm Audi Geee
 No doubts manufactured
 No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies
 No copies, okay
 Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
 That's what it really is huh?
 Is that what you want? What you talkin about?
 What you talkin bout nigga?
 Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.?
 I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
 of the people in the L.A.
 See the brothers needs some type of education
 And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
 community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
 grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
 the tree if you don't water the grass
 So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh
 Like this... nanananananana, like this
 You can get with this, or you can get with that
 I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat
 Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter*
 Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going
 keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere
 c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second
 Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should
 *music stops* Oh, duhh