Hoc N Pucky

Yo, plea-plea, plea-plea, please listen to my demo
I got a flow that goes, ain't nobody droppin' no lyrics
Niggas they fear me because I represent Jah
Yo when you hear this you better pump it in your car
Blah blah blah blah blah blah-weee, yo
My momma told me that these niggas tried to rob her at the liquor sto'
Check me out, hoo, rah, ah
Check me out, uh, check me out
Huh, what you want, ah
Yo check me out, check it out
Uh, check ah
(Why does it have to be so damn tough)
Mon-stah is raw, tough

Rough enough to crush a nigga's tree trunks
Aww my man, no time to think what she wants
I'll be damned, Stan, remember we ran
Everywhere, God damnit I said we ran
Across streets
There go my pager blowin' up with the beautiful beats
What did your momma see, fat-ass
Really, should have, slapped ya ass, silly
This is my shit, let's torture my niggas
Ooh, God damnit I said ooh
Do you know the things that I can do to you?
I can make you cry like your momma do
And for the wild, my style, is monumental
As my flow, is fuckin' up, instrumentals
I leave it super bad 'cause I know he know
Take it easy
They don't, they don't (they don't)
They don't, they don't
They don't
They don't, they don't (they don't)
They don't, they don't
They don't, they don't, they don't
They, they, they, they, they
What, so damn