and let em know who I am, god damn, my man
 You didn't know cause it came on the down low
 But your G didn't, she chills at my rhythm
 I coulda woulda shoulda and yes I'm still able
 to black at cheeba, and give her the fly Zhigge move
 You ask what is that, it's a Z on a padlock
 Cause when we swing know G I get sly
 I don't get started, I is not the holy water
 I hit em, I hit em, I let Prance kill em
 He rode her like a Lex then I showed her to the exit
 Now we're through Hobbes, we hand it back to you
 Yo Tonga (uh-huh) can my man improve yeah
 Tell em what you're gonna do

 Well I'm out like it's out on a new route
 Don't flip a flavor till I'm later why man
 Get your Zhigge on, so whatcha gonna do
 By the way, pisses you man it jerks our crew
 Now, back of a get-back gone
 You were chillin for a reason and it didn't take long
 For us to figure out you wasn't down from the get go
 The rhymer on the down low, and step to the next bro

 Well I'm frustrated by the fact, the brother tried to front
 If I was fuckin for feelin to get twelve steps up
 With the lyrics that my crew move, heatin on a loom
 Stab no mercy on a haggler, or to the rumors
 Yeah now did you try to step up
 Cause you can get dealed like a punk cracker duck
 Gimme your G's, about to get pleased
 To the weaker MC's, you're like a disease
 on the earth, but do dirt and you know I'm too fly
 Not playin balls servin bricks all the time
 I give my all to my girl not do a thing for a trick
 Foon fang foom now that's my favorite drink
 You think you'd love a pork chop I caught her not chewin
 I leave the pork alone because I don't like all them juices
 Here to seperate my strength I say it again I'll never love it
 Cause you know back in the day they used to call me Kid Dog
 and you don't stop
 Yo Kazo tell em what you're gonna do

 Well I drink a brew or two, never tease a two
 Take her to my room smoke the buddha life's a boom
 Cut my hair on the down low, now that I got dough
 Lookin like I'm dealin and wheelin, in a fo'
 When I be there I'm gonna get it if you buy my record
 So let me wreck it tongue to teeth better check it
 As Zhigge gets the profit that make the public pockets
 Swing no rocks G flockers though they jock it
 only to us because mike-in plus is us
 Only the money to just, all the public throw
 Get it forget it, cause Zhigge done got it
 True by the tribe, Afro niggaz and we spot it
 Guess always do, they sport black in the crew
 On the one and two dance yo