[Dave:]

Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"

It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road

with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang

It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack

for the folks under the floor, on tour {*beatboxing*}

Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard

But now I travel a little light in my skin

It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in

Like {?} body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!")

I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em

It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes

So scrumptious with cholesterol

Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak

This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)

But smooth like Ponce DeLeon

Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on

On on on on on on on...



("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song")



[Pos:]

We all do what we gotta do

When no love in the heart of a city

No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up

Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave

They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little

in eight days and wake up, exercise demons

Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back~!"

Sorta how Prince did to Nikki

No need for that, here to give it to you quickly

Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly

Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole

then let all the whack shit fall out

Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)

Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up

No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote

So smell us all on your clothes

Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes

Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!")



[Dave:]

Yeah, and wipe your face pa

Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya

I knew Cayman since we met on the Island

Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid

An apple a day, we have FUN dip

I knew one dip, after school special delivery

She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew

We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up



[Bitchy Girl:]

(Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)

(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)

(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)

(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)

(I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!)



[Pos:]

Can I get a Soul Clap?

It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock

Many men do wish they could rock

But all they do is inject the value of shock

But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene

The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers

They don't run in fear, they gravitate

to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear

(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear

And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble")

Wonder Why ("for the time")

Workmatic, pullin them dimes

who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]

and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]

and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]

SHA-NA-NAHHHH!