Ronny J on the beat, bitch! Haha, ay, uh, uh Red light, let that bitch go at the red light Big bite, bet that bitch bite like a great white Fistfight, uh, can't do that, we tote them dicks like Gunfight, know that this ain't what you want Yes I'm

I'm a monkey I'm a monkey man I'm glad you are a monkey woman too I'm a fleabit peanut monkey And all my friends are junkies That's not really true I'm a cold Italian pizza I could use a lemon squeezer

I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful Everything she doesn't see You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out And know that right here, right now You can be beautiful, wonderful

We live the life we love We love the life we live Lets all get down Techno heartbeat Fuck your rules who are you to tell me What I can and can't do? Fuck you bitch you just wanna be me Fuck your rules fuck fuck your rules Lets all get

Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

Now your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan So she gon' call her friends, now that's a plan I just ordered sushi from Japan She say she's too young, don't want no man Can't tell her nothing, no She said she too young, don't want no man Drop top, how we

My bitch came off a boat, boat, boat, boat (mwah) I'm never goin' broke, broke, broke, broke (hah) It look like we sellin' dope, dope, dope, dope (wow) Fur coat on, I'm the goat, goat, goat, goat (burr, burr, burr) My foot on niggas' throat, throat,

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate 8X Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate,

Bad luck don't bother me I'm used to misfortune, baby Used to the bitter end I'm used to trial and troubles 'Cause I never had a friend--bad luck Well, well, bad luck Well, I'm used to trial and troubles I'm used to takin' beatings Used to being alone