Intro:
A-yo, It’s Kwest again. Speakin’ to all the niggas out there who got girls
On hte real you gotta stop hittin’ ’em and neglecting them cause…yo, no
Joke, I’ll fuck ’em, word, check it

Verse 1:
Now this my sound fowl, messed up wrong or shady
But if you and your girl ain’t right I’ll fuck your lady
You better get her in check, cause it only takes one wrong move to get me
Wreck
Case and point, the other day I go to my mans crib
Caucasions out there, of course where us black folk live
This girl came to the door, now baby bad to the bone
Say he went to the store he wasn’t home
He left her all alone
She says I could come in and wait, yeah I’m with that
We chit chat, drivin’ eachother like, huh, I’d love to hit that
Baby pops a video into the machine, a triple X cherry fill the screen
You know what that mean, POW
Been at it for an hour or more, I hear the door
“Oh shit, what the fuck you doin’ with my girl on the floor?”
“Man if you don’t know then I ain’t tellin’ you shit
She started it I hope you ain’t mad kid.”
Hook:
Don’t take this personal
I’m tappin’ your miss. “Like this like that, like that like this”
Yo, while you running to the store I’m running up in the girl
Givin’ her thrills makin’ her toes curl
Yeah, don’t take it personal kid, I’m tapping your miss
“Like this like that, like that like this”
While you hangin’ with your boys, I’m hangin’ out with your girl
Takin’ honey to a whole different world

Verse 2:

Kwest talking:Next story, this kid around my way had a cutie, but he use to
Swing on her and hit her and tap that jaw. And I started tappin’ that ass
Peep it

Some niggas got dimes but don’t know how to treat them
Knock around treat her face like a bag in the gym
A kid I know was like that, he hit his girl with the quickness
She had thickness, so I use slick with the stickness
After one fight they had I took her to my house
Let her put her head on my shoulders and cry them eyes out
Said “Believe it or not I understand
You should cut that bastard off cause he ain’t a real man.”
Why you have to go there, show my sensitive side
And like KRS I’m in there
He put her through hell, I took her straight to heaven
Had her open so long, she thought she was in 7-11
See the way we hit was a whole different thing
When he touches her it stings, but my touch makes her coochie sing
The more he kept flexin’ and neglectin’
The more I stepped in his section and gave her protection with the erection
And when money rolled up like “You violated kid.”
I told him “You didn’t do it right so I did.”
Now he’s facin’ the floor talkin’ bout “Kwest you fowl”
Hold up just hear me out now pal
Hook
While you’re crusin’ in your ride I be riding you dip
You should hear the noises coming from her lips
While you puffin’ on a blunt your stunt, is puffin’ on mine
Then I flip her and tap that ass from behind

Verse 3:
Kwest talking:Next case and point, this kid I knew. He was mad pussy, pure
T bitch. But he came around the way with a girl that was kinda flavor, and
You know what I had to do

Now money grip peep it you think you so fly
But on the real I’d like to deck you in the motherfuckin’ eye
You think that you so flavor, but if I roll on you kid, huh
Nothing can save you, cause you know I never did like you
Everytime you came around I didn’t wanted to fight you
Talkin’ bout you get pussy, huh, that’s dead
The last time you were in some as the doctor screamed “I see the head!”
You too busy planning scams with your piece
To realize the wife you have is mad sweet, freaky, tight and naaaasty
So now I guess you gots to know, this here bone is sticking your ho
On the down low, I did it kind of to get you back
To prove that no one can master the honey snatcher, punany catcher
And that shit is good like a motherfucker
Now who’s the sucker, ran your girl, go get another
Bet she made you choose a bag evertime you did her
Guess what? I raw dog the first time I did her
While you on the block slangin’ rocks, bustin’ shots with your Glock
Your wifey is playin’ with my cock
So I suggest you go get another bitch, cause this one is made to switch
Cause like the Pepsi challenge she chose me
And last night, guess what? Your girl rode me
UP and down, down and down, south and north, north and south
I even got to put this dick in her mouth
So if you wanna try to play me
Come on kid don’t even try to be a baby
Hook:
While you’re laying down tracks I’m laying down with your shortie
Then get up and drink your fourty

Kwest talking:
Alright fuck it, you got the picture, we gettin’ ready to do it like this
Check it

Now while you on lock down, your girl is taking my cock down
While you working at Micky D’s your girl is working on deeeez
“Like this and that and this and a” -Snoop
While you’re riding your bike, your girl is checking my mic
While you dancing at the jam, I’m cracking open that clam
While you buying a gat, I’m seeing her putty cat
And since you’re gone on the phone, cause she gettin’ my bone
While you’re wheeling and dealing, your girl is kneeling and feeling

Outro:
This is Kwest and I’m out this piece
“It’s like THAT!” Bomb, there it is

Intro:
Ha ha ha, oh my god. Ring around the rosie, ha ha

Verse 1:
Now let me see if I remember, this was back in September
Um, I’d say around 2 or 3, my man and me coming past the junior high
Playground
Kickin’ the blahzay blah over a 40
When my man said “Daaaaam kid, look at the ass on shortie!”
I turned around and flip script “Ah kid, look at them tits
A-yo thickness, can I talk to you for a bit?”
I figured shortie had to be a teachers aid
But if they had teachers back when I was making my grade, I would of stayed
Parlayed, played it smooth kickin’ it to Miss Thang
Eyes fixed on them big thighs goin’ back and forth on that swing
She looked young in the face, but that ain’t slowin’ my pace
And pretty soon we had a date at my place
My nigga gave me dap, cause he knew I was about to tap that
Look back and reacted like “Oh, snap! She got a backpack!”
But that was her steelo, so I payed it no whatnot
I busy thinkin’ bout weather or not I could get up in this little sluts twat
I heard my ding dong at about a quarter to 10
I was playin’ that flavor role, so mom dukes let her in
Gave her a fast “How ya doin’?” and pushed her off to my room
Mom pulled me to the side like “Um, son, she look kinda young”
I joked like “Age don’t count” then turned around and I bounced
It wasn’t long before my tounge was playin’ tag with her mouth
Wasn’t frontin on a nigga, so I knew he would…well you know
This bitch was mad butter, but I didn’t know she was Butta-few-co
Hook:
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
You should of seen shortie riding my cock
When my vibrates, her crattle will fall
And down will come shortie, punany and all

Verse 2:
She got butt ass quick fast “Damn, booby you built
Where did you get all that?”
“I’m drinkin’ milk.”
“Oh that pussy is kilt.”
I felt on them breastesis and decieded
How to see if she freaky like you tellin’, so impress the bitch
Sucked her earlops, neck, up and down her back
Fingers, titties, stomach, thighs, toes then up to lick the assssss crack
I saved the best for the omega
And buried my face in her shit while twistin’ her tits like joysticks to a
Sega
Make her toes curl up, as my tongue twirled and fucked her world up
Lickin’ the clitoris, really shook daddy’s little girl up
I got slimed as her juiced poured over my face like wine
Intertwine the body of mine, 69
She sucked the skinny viens of my dick quick
Lickedy split my shit spit (pllllll)
Hun, got cum colored lip stick
Reached under my bed for the jim hat, hopin’ she hadn’t saw me
But she peeped them and said “Gimmie” and put that shit on for me
Looked at me like “Please be gentle” huh, alright
Knowin’ damn well someone is leavin’ walking fucked up tonight
Slipped my big fat, into her itty bitty kit cat
And what felt like a hand ran into my shit like NIGGA GET BACK
Naw, I must be buggin’ the fuck out
I couldn’t be the first shovel to attemp to dig out her nappy dug out
I pulled out like “We gots to talk” so she started to tell
Hit me in the head love love when she said “I’m only 12.” (dooow)
Now my status has dropped from mad phat to peasant
Cause it’s not pleasant to have the news round that you fucked the
Preadolesent
Kwest talking:
Shit I only did 16 months and she was crazy cute so fuck all y’all puntos
Who try to say Kwest is Butta-few-co

Hook:
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
You should of seen shortie riding my cock
Honey was bold, but the story unfolds
“A-yo judge, I didn’t know she was only 12 years old.”

I been away from hell too long, I think it’s time I went home
Ain’t got no niggas or no weapons, steppin out on my own
Now I missed curfew and shit, the devil’s gonna be pissed
But there was much tempation up here that I couldn’t resist
I saw MC’s who rhymed about guns, they had none, so I bucked em
Girls who gave they ass to anybody, so I fucked em
Stick-up kids vickin mulies and blacks, so I stuck them
And white girls on that feel-attraction shit, had to duck them
Caught crossed by tellin truth, cause shit is real where I come from
You’re playin a hum-drum, catch a chest full of dum-dums
Practice makes perf’, that’s why before my firey rebirth
When I was house-burnt, I yearned to be the illest kid on earth
Some dumb young whipper-snappers thought they could whip a rapper
In skill as ill as I, so I was forced to rip them bastards
Found out with certain chemicals folks forget how to act
So there and I created heroin, cocaine and crack
Made some women high for dick, named em nymphos and hoes
Made brothers who didn’t give a fuck, niggas are what I call those
But I guess of all the shit I did foul and improper
Shoulda made some shit to get rid off all the hip-hoppers
And cops who were corrupt to the core, I grant free
Somethin that’s not for goverment from takin hard on me
I had thought up some shit that makes you all: KKK got slayed
But it fucked up and backfired, that’s why you all got AIDS
(Damn)

I made a deal with Lucifer way back to assure my shit is fat
And in return i gave him all the bodies hell can pack
But somewhere down the line i got trifle
He wanted the big deal, but non-cipher
Nigga gave me assault rifle
A deal’s a deal, so muthafuck how you feel now
Just keep my shit real, I’ll keep blastin with the steel, pal
You said I’m not your pal, I said you don’t wanna be a enemy
Remember, God was such a friend of me, he created 10 of me
Me and my sons was up in heaven causin rukus
Fuckin with them halo-havin-suckers
Till he got fed and said fuck us
Threw me on earth, and I recruited troops for unholy capers
Murderers, thieves and child-rapists, smokin cess in bible papers
Spreadin seeds throughout your sector, infectin mad heffas
Killin your first-born son, drinkin blood like fruit nectar
Upside down flame and crosses tatooed right on the chest
Never stress drama, cause we absorbe bullets, fuck a vest
Cuttin off the preachers’ ears, so they can’t hear but only see
When I fuck they daughter then wash my dick in holy water
Pure evil is my shit, kid, whatever got broke was fixed quick
Look close at my dome, and peep the mad triple sixes
Smoke a bit of that crack shit, brainiacs in backflips
Walk around like on some old pullin-your-heart-out-through-your-back-shit
Go to your funeral, kneel over your casket, cryin ‘blesseth’
Before ‘he all you gaveth’ smoke your essence with my cess bitch
(Damn)
(From hell)

I smokes mad ism, but keep my thoughts clear, I never let a cloud appear
I know what KRS was on when he made Outta Here
Things can come and go like a freaky 4-11 ho
One day you the muthafucka, yo, tomorrow no dough
I ain’t tryin to cross over, I stays on the street track
And if I do, I raise enough hell to make em push me back
Born, raised and fucked up in the ghetto
Far from the grass of meadows
Just a puppet with strings like Jepetto’s Pinocchio
And I love the fuckin streets, cause they show me, no
Matter how high I hung, never let the a ho trip you, yo
I learned shit could be bitter or sweet like a cup of coffee
So I made a shank from my spoon and cut them fuckin strings off me
Walk the line between good and bad, no net below me, no one to show me
Where to go, gee, while the winds of change try to blow me
Into one of another, but I be a determinded smart brother
And held on, now I got some both in me, you muthafuckaaaaa…!

Now ‘earrr dis!
Your man Kwest comin from Southside Queens
Gettin ready to hit you in the ear with a lil bit of FLA-VOR
Seen? (??)

[Hook]
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat

[Kwest]
Now this is on the reel to reel – or if you prefer the ADAT
You don’t get what I say black? Hit rewind, then playback
I work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it’s fat ideas hit me
Don’t fuck with beat product’, head got a built in four track
Use sixteen, or twenty-four tracks if I need more tracks
Run in the vocal booth and close the door so it’s soundproof
Freein my lyrics in one take if mistakes are found POOF
They’re gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I’m gone
Won’t stop spittin my shit until the monitors are blown (BOOM!)
Lay my verses out with punch-ins, if we hungry order lunch in
Take a few EQ levels and muse, while we be munchin
Make the bass smack the face while the drums kick your chest in
Bring the (?) here for the session
Just in case I get a urge to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain’s gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio won’t play me with all that cursin but I don’t sweat it
Cause the FCC, won’t mess with me
In place of all my curses I got reverse and BLEEPS
Make myself a cassette, to hoop in my jeep deck
Grab the disk then dat, give my crew dap, then I jet
[Hook]

[Kwest]
I mix my batter bigger and better cause I use batter butter
But if (?) batter be bigger and butter ain’t in your matter brother
I better batter butter, not that batter butter that’s bitter
So your batter be better not bitter, and mad fatter nigga
Not many can hit what this brother pitch
Like a fly I’m on dis shit, dat shit, next shit, some other shit
With no type of excuse I gets very loose
And have you bounce around to my sound, like you drank Gummy Baby juice
Filthy or milky I should live in a cow’s udder
If a nigga bit my script, he’d get a mouth full of butter
Hit the spot like an ice cold Coke and what I spoke
Choked folks and left them (?), “That nigga dope!”
I like the indo, I like the Timbos, I like them bimbos
I like stealin your shit late at night, so lock the windows
Whether nigga or spic I stick and think hawk quick
Watch your chick or I may be leavin her house with a sore-ass dick
Got a +Soul+ full of +Mischief+, I’m +Casual+ when I rip it
More specific, +The Homosapien’s+ funky and +Hieroglyphic+
That means the writing’s on the wall
Y’all who thought I would be Niagara and fall
Play ball caddy – GET THE BALLS!
Still, those who wanna act ill and test the skills
(LET ME SHOW YOU SOMETHING!) Like Fire Marshall Bill
Don’t think someone this slick comes from Sutton or Van Wyck?
You can suck mine, my dog, my brother, and all my man dick!
I can’t flow no more I’m wack (naw that shit’s fat)
Aight, end the track, bring back in the chorus chat
[Hook]

[New Hook]
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer you did your job, that’s a wrap!

Mmmmmmmmmm.. damn this track is butter
No artificial flavors here kid
Yo matter of fact
It’s not even butter it’s lubrication check it

Now peep the flilz-nilz if you will Bill or take a chill pill
As I drop the real deal, on my everyday bilznilz
Bouncin love-love with my man in a Lexus
Gucci shoppin, hoppin huntin for the opposite sexes
Holdin down the Boule’, when I stopped for a red light
And peep the mega the don kick, crazy bumpin headlights
Yo Rod, that looks scrumptions don’t it, CHILL I want it
Take the wheel for a moment, cause I’m about to JUMP ON IT
Ran up inside hon, and got that mouth wide kid
Had her open like 7/11, with that Southside shit
Now what’s your name, where you live, what’s your #, what’s the age?
Is you single, where’s your man, is he big, yo do you date?
Would you like to have my shirt, have my car, have my child?
Can I bite you on your WHOOMP THERE IT IS caught the smile
She’s like, “Pleased to meet cha, my name is Tenisha
I’m goin to get some pizza and see my cousin Kadesha
I gots to give props, your game’s mad far from booty
So do you have a name, or can I call you cutie?”
Ahh, I had the mental smack dab in my pocket
But if I wanted to rock it, watch me go ahead and lock it
I put my arm around her squeezed and shorty said, “Uh uh, please
You don’t know me to touch, you might have some disease”
Ohhh, so now I look like I got somethin, stop frontin
On the skillz squally, you know I’m a little bumpin
Do I look like I got gonoh-syphla-mydia phase III
Walkin round beggin people TO MAKE LOVE TO ME
Boom, she started rollin, caught the buzz from my pager
Peeped the flavor, she looked amazed like
“Oh, you just played yourself
How you gonna peep the next one while we talkin?
That’s foul you ass-out son” and started walkin
I grabbed her arm, nice and calm
Took my finger and stroked the palm
I said, “My bad sweetheart, I didn’t mean you no harm”
Yeah I know I went out fellas but you woulda did the same exact
If the girl you met came this packed, no jokes, this dame was FAT!
Anyway, let it slide, popped the backs out of my ride
Went to the shop, hopped out, and we all slide inside
Her cousin was AHHIGHT, no dime kid but she was sportable
Baby gets up from booth and said, “Can I have a quarter boo?”
She ran to the phone, and wasn’t on there too long
Came back like, “My parents are gone yo.. IT’S ON!
Wanna come to my house and parlay for a bit?” Rod looked at me
Like ‘You butter baby’, nahhhhhhhhh kid, I’m lubrication
Chorus:

I’m so smooth, ‘How smooth?’
“Hon said I’m so smooth they should call me lubrication” –] Pete Rock
Cause I’m so smooth, ‘How smooth?’
“Hon said I’m so smooth they should call me lubrication” –] Pete Rock
Cause I’m mad smooth, ‘How smooth?’
“Hon said I’m so smooth they should call me lubrication” –] Pete Rock
The man is so smooth, ‘How smooth?’
“Hon said I’m so smooth they should call me lubrication” –] Pete Rock

I took Rod to his house, gave him dap, THEN I’m OUT
Told him, “Beep me later” after I saw what honey was about
For the whole ride, shorty hand was strokin my thigh
Nipples on hard, lickin her lips, *sucking lips* Aiy-yi-yi!
My ding-a-ling-a-ling, was ting-a-ling-a-ling
All ready to go steady and slide up in her little bitty ting
As soon as we got in the rest, we didn’t rest, Kwest made progress
Off with the bra, tongue on them breasts
Rubbin on her thighs, started unbuttonin them Guess
Jeans off, panties down, ooh no hair, YES!
Slid my finger up inside, her tight wet cootie
She started moanin and squirmin, with her big fat booty
Another finger went in, and she went buckwild kid
I bent down and licked my thumb, and started strokin that clit
Word is bond, she was mad turned on, long gone and screamed
“Oooh I’m gonna come,” so I was like, “Hah, come on!”
Tightened up then BOO-YAA, glory hallelujah!
She done covered and whispered lover, “Now I’m gonna do ya!”
Pulled my Kani drawers off and gripped my ass kid
Then she put her.. NAH, too graphic, but it was mad fantastic!
After she was done, with that oral stimulation
I guess it was Kwest’s turn, for a bit of reciprication
Went to play Jeffrey Dahmer, then I paused, on the L
I sniffed my finger, whew, no awkward jaws
I guess you could say I can’t get enough of that funky stuff
Cause I ate it, I ate it all, I ate it alllll up!
I put the Starter Cap on the bozack, can’t get with no kid rap
She took it like, “I’m cleaner than clean, you don’t have to wear that!”
CHILLL, I use it or we stop
Cause it’s one-eight-seven on an uncovered cock!
Legs on her shoulders bout to do what I gotta do
UHHH, I’m, so, in-to you
Hittin it, hittin it, hittin it, SMACK!
I made the coochie fart, when I swung the BACK ATTACK!
Then she got on top, the booty was nice and leaky
Grindin that fat butt on me, GWAL COME FREAKY DEAKY
She wouldn’t let me in the anus but I don’t sweat it
As we dressed, she said, “Booby don’t be stressed”
I’m not, you know I’mma get it
I got bouncy after a fat hug, kiss and a pinch {pager beeps}
Ooh who dis? Oh hittin that’ll be a cinch
I’m lubrication
Chorus w/ variations

Ghost

“So smooth they should call me lubrication”
* cut and scratched *

[Produced by Dan Charnas]

(Kwest and his boy are having a conversation about The Pharcyde)

[Kwest] That’s cool man, I don’t care what you say about the album
[other] For Better or For Worse is the best joint on the album
[Kwest] For Better or For Worse is aight, but
To me, On the D.L. the joint where money jerkin off is fat
[other] Man that’s alright… hey yo look at shorty over there!
Hold on, let me make this left turn
[Kwest] Yo shorty — yo yo yo, yo chill yo, chill *cars honking*
[other] What?
[Kwest] How you gonna go after some girl and you drivin?
Keep your eyes on the road *V.I.M. commercial comes on radio*
[other] Oh and you need to get a license
Before you go criticizing my driving man
[Kwest] She’s just a girl man, knahmsayin? Yo God..
Ohh, OHHHH YO!!!
They still be rockin V.I.M. commercials on the radio kid!
[other] Yeah I hear them every day
[Kwest] I ain’t heard a V.I.M. commercial in like two years God
[other] Yo where you been?
[Kwest] Brought back MAD memories of when I used to be
Runnin up in there buyin Lee’s, Levi’s, Adidas’, yo
[other] Man, SO?!
[Kwest] Yo, I met my baby moms in V.I.M. kid
[other] Nigga shut up, you stupid!
[Kwest] Yo, that’s my word. Back in the days I think it was like
Eighty-five, eighty-six, I don’t remember
I was up in there… yo
[other] Word?
[Kwest] This got me trippin God!
And you see how cute she is so you can’t be tryin to front
[other] Yeah, she is fly
[Kwest] Yo let me tell you how the whole story went down kid
Peep this yo
*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial

Verse One: Kwest

Now way way back, when when her, him and them, couldn’t spend
Loot on Guess and Timb’s, we got fresh for less at V.I.M
Shell top Adidas, Aptiva Kangol’s and Lee jeans
No in betweens, you either had em or was WACK, know what I mean?
And V.I.M. was the spot to get em, one day my homey
Hit the Avenue shoppin, and I bounced up there widd’em
The Ave. was full of fly girls, but I wasn’t on the hunt
All I wanted was my Puma’s and a gold front
Stunts was runnin back and forth in V.I.M.’s, lookin for someone to help
But I was like, “No thanks skeezer, I’ll get my stuff myself”
I was in the sneaker section, peepin out a pair of Nike’s
When a sweet pretty voice asked, “What size would you like?”
I looked up and yo, I met these lovely brown eyes
Attached to an in place face, and body that can make your nature rise
Jocked honey for a bit, then said, “A size six Miss”
She smiled and walked away, yo kid, I gots to get this

*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial
*Kwest sings* While buyin some sneakers, we felll in love!
*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial
*Kwest sings* While buyin some sneakers, we felll in love!
She came back to the spot, with a green Puma box
Took off my kicks and stared in shock at the FAT hole in my sock
Damn, the worst that could happen happened, I felt like breakin North
When honey burst out and started laughin
Thought about then realized yo, it was kind of funny
As I laughed and put my shoe she asked, “That’s all you want money?”
I was tempted to say, “Umm, can I have your number too?”
But I didn’t wanna play myself cause yo, that’s not too cool
“Could you show me a pair of Lee’s to match these, size 29?
And umm, would you mind goin with me to Mickey D’s?”
Now where did that come from? Damn, I went out like a herb
But when she said yes to both questions, I was like, “Oh word?!”
She paid for my stuff, plus got me a discount
Went to lunch and after that, saw each other a mad amount
It’s ninety-four, but V.I.M.’s is my store for life
Not only did they help me get dipped, they helped me get a wife

*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial
*Kwest sings* While buyin some sneakers, we felll in love!
*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial

While buyin some sneakers *crackin up*

*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial
*Kwest sings* While buyin some sneakers
Me and my baby fell in love love love love love love
Love, love love love love love
*sung* I met my baby at the.. “Vee Eye Emm!!” –] from commercial
*Kwest sings* I fell in love with her fell in love love love love
Wowwwww!!
Vee, Vee-Eye, Vee, Vee Eye-Vee
Vee, Vee-Eye, Vee, Vee-Vee Eye-Vee
Vee, Vee-Eye, Vee, Vee Eye-Vee
Vee .. Eye .. Emm!
Eye, Eye-Emm, Eye, Eye Emm-Eye
Eye, Eye-Emm Vee .. Eye .. Emm!
Vee-Eye, Eye-Emm, Eye, Ey-ey-ey-Eye
Emm-em-em-Emm, em-Emm-Emm-Emm

“Hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin” -] PMD
(repeat)

“Back and forth, forth and back” -] repeats in background under PMD

{*Kwest starts after 19 seconds*}

Now picture this if you will, a club on a Friday night, mood is chill
Everyone in the joint is on point, ain’t bout dressin to kill
Jeans kicks boots and mega pairs of jean suits
Shit is real, nobody tryin to act as if they too cute
The DJ’s catchin wreck, with the 1200 Tech’s
Usin skills on the wheels to create a new form of sex
Catchin groove after groove, blendin the rough with the smooth
Makin mixes so potent you got no choice but to move
The ears stink with that good funk, of freshly burned skunk
Blunts are passed in abundance, ain’t no need to get drunk
Niggas ain’t trippin, just out on the dancefloor rippin
Divin and dippin as hons run to see how brothers be flippin
A little scrap breaks out, but pretty soon that’s dead
And for once folks are happy hands were thrown instead of lead
The line outside is about three blocks long and gone
Security makin sure, only the right type get to go in
Then all of a sudden, that old BOMB shit comes on
Inside and outside, everybody and they moms mind is gone
The DJ booth gets rushed, ooh that shit is too bad dad
Whose rhymin on this record? He says, “Kwest Tha Madd Lad”
The brothers go “Ahh-IGHT!” Cuties scream “Bay-bay!”
Asked the DJ for a copy he said “May-bay!”
I make my joints for me and you, I want mutual satisfaction
So when a Madd Lad piece comes on, what’s the reaction?
“Hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin” -] PMD
(repeat)

“Back and forth, forth and back” -] repeats in background under PMD

Now the sun is fallin, night is callin, but we all in a daze
Mind filled with purple haze from the blunt we just blazed
Lines about eight deep, eat sleep and dream lyrics
If you got no flip in your script, we ain’t tryin to hear it
The cypher’s crazy tight, like an undersexed stunt
If you got skills then don’t fake funk, step up front
Whether East or West coast set it with your best flow
Which lets those who wreck know if you’re in or should get ghost
I play the scene in the background, watchin those who got the knack
Count spot, while those who ain’t so hot back down
A kid with his folks who thinks he got jokes tries to diss me
But when I spoke, made smoke and he was history

{*beat changes, mic echoes*}
Now ain’t no need to beat around the bush punk so I’ll be blunt
If you had, bigger lips, you’d look just like a cunt
I rip flows and flip shows to whip foes, and make ’em tiptoe away
But hey, you don’t hear me though, so ask your girl after the show
Someone lied if he told you in a battle I’d be wack
Dionne Warwick and the WHOLE Psychic Network couldn’t see that
So unk-fay what you eard-hay, that’s word to ig-Bird-bay
Rap in ig-pay atin-lay still kickin herbals, to the herb gate
Niggas run up, hopin they can, come up and smoke
Man I leave ’em done up and broken from Ho-boken to Oakland
Some one told YOU wrong when they said I was right for waxin
Then backspin, look at the crowd and what’s the reaction?
{*cheering*}
“Hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin” -] PMD
(repeat)

“Back and forth, forth and back” -] repeats in background under PMD

{*DJ scratches “ohh yeahh!” to the end*}

Mmm..
I’m steppin up Sutton, headed for this get together
Weather was fierce, no sweat, I had on a rugged leather
Got to the subway station on Archer
And noticed that the train was about, to make a rapid departure
Fuck that, ain’t no Jakes up here in the station
Pulled the turnstyle back slipped through with no hesitation
The bitch in the booth yelled pay your fare, I said yeah I oughta
Threw the finger up and said, owe ya a buck and a quarter
Jettin for the train, before that shit got ghost
And as I’m runnin down the steps, I spots two five-oh
They was jettin too, guess them niggas had seen me ha?
Man fuck a cop, I wasn’t even tryin to stop
The conductor saw me boogeyin, and still closed the shit up
And I spit in his face, before the train had time to get up
Heard a Jake yell STOP! I said pssh, stop deez
Caught my breath on the steps and got lost in the breeze
Headed down towards the J, hopin to make a getaway
And I see the same two cops on me yo, these niggas ain’t playin
Bumped an old lady, think I knocked her old ass down
Screamed SORRY MISS without tryin to turn around
Catchin mad looks and stares, as I hustled up the stairs
Please let the gate be open, and I’m up and outta here
As I approach the gate the cop still on the chase
God damn it’s locked, aiyyo I can fit through that space
But what about the leather the gear and the Timbs you sportin
Won’t they get dirty? Fuck that, my ass is more important
As I went under I heard STOP OR I’LL FIRE
But I kept goin and thought, pssh yeah right fuckin liar
For a dollar twenty-five ain’t no way they gonna blast me
Til I heard a shot and felt the bullet fly right past me
Yo! What kind of shit is these pigs gettin with?
I was flippin script, but gotta admit I was shittin bricks
Hit the pavement as a bullet struck the wall beside me
My mind was in disarray, so I let my feet guide me
Got my thoughts together and it became mad clear
There was more than just me and fare bein involved here
But I couldn’t figure that shit out for nothin
And didn’t have time to stop and think, I just kept on struttin
Out like VRRRM, like a cartoon character caper
Jettin so fast Flash ass woulda caught the vapors
Hit a corner and looked back, damn they still sweatin me
I kept jettin G, ain’t no fuckin way they was gettin me
Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was
And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge
But not nearly hard enough to stop my mission
Even though I didn’t know my leg was in bad condition
The pain wasn’t alla that as I kept up my speedin
But I was in need of a doctor for mass internal bleeding
My side felt kinda sore, my left arm felt dead
Put my hand into my jacket, it came out blood red
Pushed a kid he broke like WATCH WHERE YOU GOIN MOTHERFUCKER
Couldn’t riff with that brother so I said, yo, your mother
Heard a siren then another then spots a blue and white
U-turned and ran round a corner til they was outta sight
Ran through a vacant lot, heard a shot pop then, pop pop pop pop
Oh shit, they got Glocks?
Fled past a bunch of girls, but couldn’t stop to peep booties
Was tired and fucked up, but I continued my duty
Pretty soon I was exhausted tellin self you lost kid
But if they was bustin at me I knew I get tossed an shit
Wasn’t tryin to go upstate or to Riker’s
So I took a breath and kept makin like my ass was on fire
Felt like I had lost ALL the blood in my body
I’d give anything to be laid up in the crib with a hottie
Stomach was doin flip-flops, all twisted and knotty
Next time I’m payin, this ain’t my idea of a party
Aww shit! A squad car is block my path
Turn around and there’s a bunch of cops right at my ass
Went to take my hand out my jacket to give up
Musta thought I was pullin out, no wait don’t shoot I’m just..
The lady I had bumped fell, hit the third rail
But I didn’t do no time, I never made it to jail
I often think I’d still be alive with my friends
If only I had came up off a dollar, and twenty-five cents

[Intro, spoken]
How you doin sweetheart?
Lookin crazy lovely as usual
So where your man at today? Ohh worrrd?
He’s gone? It’s like that? Mmm
I’m sayin though, let me tell you how I get down
And then you see if you can f*ck with it

Now you can say I’m disgusting, ill, weird or just plain nasty
But I never let the chance to get some AHHH go past me
I gots game, I can meet a hoochie on the train
Two hours later, I’m tryin’ to push my AHHHHHHHHHHH
It don’t take a lot for me to get a girl hot
I use the skills I got so I can get a shot at the AHH
While she suck my tongue like juice I get the jeans and kinks loose
Slide my fingers in her AHH and sniff to see if she needs to AHHH
She punani clean, enough without no germ in it
Then me AHHHHHH, and yo she want me burnin’ in some AHH
We talkin’ AHH, but I’m too explicit, but when they come visit
And I hit it, nothing’s too nasty, now is it?
You won’t be dissapointed if you’re clean tight or well annointed
My AHH, be making you think, you’re double jointed
Wrapping your legs around my head, neck, shoulders and back
Forgettin how to act, that’s when I gotta smack that ass
And say, “Relax!”
[Refrain]
“Skins, you got em, I wanna get with em!”
“Skin.. care, skin.. care”
(repeat 2X)

I push you flat on your back
Smack crack them legs it’s time for a snack
Run me tongue around she AHH, waitin for you to react
Yea aight AHH, matter of fact take that back I devour
After spendin’ a minute in it, pull me up in about an hour kid
No jokin’, how me and the punani try to quit smokin’
You’ll think it’s chokin’, wanna stick a Pepsi or a Coke in?
Once I go the Down South route, that’s all I’m about
I’m yellin’, “One-eight-seven with your cat in my mouth!”
And girls get buck when I AHH, ain’t no phony yells
So much hair between my teeth I could, puh, spit out ponytails
Get in every cranny and nibble to your AHH, is good and cooked
You’ll be all over the bed, while your AHH is like, “Look!”
But when you sex with me, remember that dinosaur see
Because it’s “I do you, and you do me”
Don’t front, cause all them excuses, excuses: that’s useless
Because if I did that AHH, I know that you can do this!

[Refrain]
“Skins, you got em, I wanna get with em!”
“Skin.. care, skin.. care”
“Skins, you got em, I wanna get with em!”
“Hold up, HEY, wait a minute!”
Now I’m a black man that’s fed up
Cause I want a girl to AHHHH
But all y’all wanna do is keep your head up!
Funk that, lick from AHH to buttcrack
If something taste good to you, you can U-Turn and cut back
Stop playing around, get down if you gonna do the do
An AHH does not mean you holding me my AHH, and goin “Woof!”
Close your eyes, open your mouth, and think ‘Yummy yummy!’
If what you got is good for me, you get a surprise in your tummy!
And if you don’t want no AHH in there, OK I care
I AHH in the air, and aim for your eyes, face and hair
If your teeth are chipped or metal-equipped, yo, we gotta quit
Cause you ain’t my girlfriend, this ain’t Tribe
Don’t take no bite out my AHH
Chill where you goin? You ain’t trucking, time for some AHH
Stick my AH in your AHH, you start squirmin’ and buckin’
Even if your tube was mad deep and smooth, it’s gettin’ bruised
You lose! Because I got the AHHH that’s huge

[Refrain]
“Skins, you got em, I wanna get with em!”
“Skin.. care, skin.. care”
(repeat 4X)

I hope your thing’s equipped for endurance
I’m ’bout to flip script
And dip where you AHH, better get some insurance
Some girls be like, “Uh-ahh! From the back it’s too rough,” but
Face Down, AHH Up, that’s the way I like my stuff
Get behind ya, find your AHH, run up inside ya
And ride ya, AHH, til you scream, “Whoa tiger!”
You get on top, I hear your AHH pop and start to AH
You scream, “Stop! Stop!” and your AHH goes, “Could you stop?”
Stick my finger in your AHH, watch your AHH eyes pop out
Tongue drop out, you scream “Oh no!” AHH too late to cop out
You took my finger that quick, you can handle this AHH
It’s only three times as thick as my finger, AHH, bust her AHH
And then I say, “Do that” you say, “Do what?”
Duh-duh-do dat bounce here’s your other shoe, slut
I ain’t got no tokens to throw your legs ain’t broke just go
Yeah I’m on that Snoop Dogg AHHH, “I don’t love you hoes!”
[Refrain]
“Skins, you got em, I wanna get with em!”
“Skin.. care, skin.. care”
(repeat 4X)

“Me and you be doin’ the nasty
I know you have another lover but I do not the care”
“Me and you be doin the nasty..”
“Doin’ it right til the mornin’ light”
“Me and you be doin’ the nasty
I know you have another lover but I do not the care”
“Me and you be doin’ the nasty”
“A little moan and groan after some fuss and fightin'”

[Intro]
Ursula, where you at?
Ayo, Dan, where you at?
Yo, nobody in here but me and Taj
July 23rd, watch me do it, now

[Verse 1]
I flips like a stack of flapjacks from IHOP when I rock
If a foe tries to flow, I cast a glow like I was Taimak
Ease through MCs like a breeze through the trees
He who disagrees, please, hit the knees, complain to these
Well, you know the rest, but might not know Kwest, pleased to meet you
If I defeat you, least you been beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip’ I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for repentance, can’t mention my name
Without one of these words in a sentence
Fat, live, lovely, butter, bad, nice
Nasty, wicked, raw, yeah, there’s a lot of others
Don’t really know where my flow comes from, yo, I just think
Open my mouth and, hmm, there it goes
On the real, to get with this, you must be fast
If your rhyme does shine like mine, I’ll get some bread for your dusty ass
You better exit before it gets hectic and I start to flex, kid
And wipe a big fat booger on your best shit
I mean, how can you be expected to step up and wreck shit
When the track was fat, but your raps is anorexic?
Word to my mama, bring drama and give trauma
I’m a heavy bomber when I get a little bit of hit of marijuana
Quick to let the gun smoke, no joke, so don’t provoke
Ask Gimmy how the slimmy be, ’cause Gimmy got his neck broke
Takin’ props non-stops is how I operate ops
My words stick with ya and fuck with ya like some transit cops
So I suggest you find God or somethin’
‘Cause like Whitney Houston said, “You have nothing, nothing
Nothing for me”, I kept it clean, but it coulda got gory
You bore me, there’s the door, G, period, end of story
Ooh, I like that, now let’s see what else we can get into
[Vere 2]
Now, um, A is for Apple, J is for Jacks
But I got more flavor than that shit, so go get your money back
The skinny nigga’s on the lam, so hold your daughter ma’am, or wham
I slice that ass so fast, you’d think it was a Christmas ham
Shit gets flam when I start to rip shop, too large to drip-drop
So I pour the malt, hundred-proof, type, um, hip-hop
Cute like a baby monkey, lyrics got to be funky
Long and lanky, kinky never stinky, don’t wanna get chunky
Pump me when I get out ’cause without a di-doubt
You think I’m a maniac mobster the way I put hit after hit out
My A&R man tries to sham, he’ll get his heart bit out
The company must have been constipated
‘Cause it took ’em a long time to get my shit out
But now that my product’s on the market
It’s time for a new flame to spark it and my target is your ear
I wanna bust lyrical nuts on your drum
And I’ll be cummin’ on your brain cells when I cum
Word up, sometimes I swear to God I think I’m a nut
The type to walk into a room full of diesel niggas and scream, “What?”
Smoke a L, drink a stout, then flip the fuck out
Runnin’ up on homeless people askin’, “Who’s in the house?”
Slick like olive oil, so tell Popeye to go up on the pu-tay
Can’t get pappy, I’m sleepy, but not wimpy like Bluto
I get scrappy with a script flipped here, a script flipped there
Here a script, there a script ’til you be like, “That kid’s the shit”
I know where my hoes goes when the hoes clothes goes off
Go to a show and show my flow off for dough, but never flow a doze-off
Oh, wanna hear some shit that’s funny? I’m so skinny
If I sent my picture to Somalia, they’d send me money
Hula-hoop with a Cheerio and I can probably dodge raindrops
If I had dreads I could be a mop, okay, enough, brain, stop
Wear my jeans droopy ’cause I’m not lacking in the Snoopy
Never had a hooptie, already got a group of groupies
Either catch me girl-hawkin, shoppin’, party stalkin’
On the phone talkin’, or checkin’ the latest raps on my Walkman
Slide up in the clubs with butter shit on
See how many hookers I can hit on, if there’s a mic I’m like, “Can I get on?”
Finessin’ with no type of stressin’, peeps be requestin’ Kwest in every session
But I gotta ask a few questions before I get in
Or I jet, son, hey, yo, George
How’s the spot? Is it hot? Is it well done? Is it raw?
What’s the four-one-one on hotties? Do they got bodies?
Someone gettin’ bizem with ism or smoke, is there Coke and Bacardi?
Is security loose like a ho or tighter than a virgin?
Can I risk bringin’ a biscuit, or can my shorty get hers in?
Yo, that’s how I runs, it’s all about gettin’ loot, gun, hons and fun
From down sun to up sun
Can’t forget the lyrics, ’cause that’s my bread and butter
I make bread when I’m butter and wicked like a motherfucker
The nucca’s top choice, even though I got tight-drop voice
Rhymes tasty like Duncan Hines, I puts lots of funk in mines
No real reason for this rhyme, but then again, here’s a rhyme without reason
Big up to Southside and Rikers Isle, guess I’ll be breezin’
[Outro]
That’s how it goes, July 23rd
I flip shit, and remember, all of that was off the top of the domepiece, kid
Big shout out to everybody from south side, 105, 106, Liberty, Sutphin
Baisley and all that
And I’m up out this piece
Representin’, kid, representin’