Exhibit R

[Intro]
Yeah
And we're back
Exhibit R
It's MI
Yeah
Hail up Jack Mason, famble
Yeah

[Verse]
I said what, you think man ah man's some panty?
Till I turn up to your show with the family
Uncle Douglas, Grandma and Stanley
Licking off shots to your chest like brandy
45 and the .38, that's handy
Fucked in the face like porn star Candy
I don't wanna hear no talk about beat
Unless she's down for the hanky-panky
JD and coke with a touch of ice
I don't wanna hear no talk about shandy
These man are new to the game, can't stand up strong
That's why man ah call them Bambi
Got a little mixed-race ting
I met at the Brighton Pier, man, I call that Sandy
I don't wanna hear no talk about
Pumping weights in the gym when you're wearing panty
I don't wanna hear no talk about "let's do a tune"
If the bars that you got ain't catchy
Run in the dance, war cry like Scratchy
Original nuttah, MI Apache
When I was a yout, I didn't have much
That's why more time, my hair was nappy
Now that I'm older, I buy what I want
I don't wanna hear no talk about swammy
Said he was a shooter, can't be a shooter
Aim is weak, palms are clammy
I don't wanna hear no talk about greaze
Really and truly, life, happy
What do you know about rolling around
With a square of food in a stolen cabbie?
I was in XYD in Catty
Go and ask Dealer, Dazer, Matty