Goooooood afternoon, and Happy Motherfucking Friday! Please enjoy some metallic busts spotted at one of my favorite watering holes coupled with part dos of 'Orange Pineapple Juice': have a magnificently fantastic Friday, everyone!
'Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone,
Get on gone, you pussy emcee!
Steppin' to me, with them dirty feets, you'll get defeated,
Like Kunta Kinte, I'm kin to the Lynn crew,
My great, great, grandpap done been through so much,
It's in my hemoglobin to be a ill ni**a,
So I figure like a father that I'ma Turn This Mutha Out,
But, Common, you ain't hittin' in New York,
I don't know what you thought, hops, but, chief, I got tall props,
Some cats think I'm six feet, I'm so deep,
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin' like switches,
Bitches...ask...why my...britches sag,
I ask the bitches, 'Why your titties saggin'?'
Put your nipple to the bottle, I bust rhymes like breastsesses,
I can get down, d-d-d-down like a pessimist,
'Ring the Alarm,' I got Charm like a neck-a-lace,
Tell the truth, tell the truth, y'all had to move your neck to this,
Didn't you, didn't you...and it, and it, and it,
And it don't stop, bust it' ~ Common