Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet
  Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet
  I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper
  When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper
  On the mic I score just like the Yankees
  Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee
  Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
  But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.
  I got lucky I brought home a kitten
  Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten
  Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing
  Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding
  Jump the turnstile never pay the toll
  Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll
  Customs jails me over an herb seed
  Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
  I'm out of your back door and into another
  Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
  Not perfect grammar always perfect timing
  The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds
      Roses are red the sky is blue
  I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
  It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
  The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
  Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H.
  I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place
  Takin' life as it comes no fool am I
  I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
  Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
  Know alota def girls that would do anything
  A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
  I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
  I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
  I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
  People come up to me and they try to talk shit man
  I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick
      Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes
  You got fancy things going up your nose
  You get fancy gifts from expensive men
  You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
  Mothership connection getting girl's affection
  If your life needs correction don't follow my direction
  You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley
  You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie
  Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
  Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker
  You slip you slack you clock me you lack
  While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
  Poetry in motion coconut lotion
  I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
  Are you experienced little girl
  I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
  Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me
  I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
  So peace out ya'll I'm PCP so I'm out
  Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
  And I'm out