It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

All I ever wanted All I ever needed Just too dumb to surrender She shakes Like a mornin railway checking me out Someone on her shoulder Flickers in the bedroom She must feel it's awkward Or it's Arizona

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey

Blows your mind drastically, fantastically Given astrology With Diesel Power Blows your mind drastically, fanta... Yo! I used to check out lyrics and pump the format Build with skill with technique, computer A-DAT My lyrical form is clouds on your

Like fights with the brass knuckles Like I ain't got nothing to live Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it (I'm going out) Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my

Up the ladder of success with tecs we build and destroy Still shinin', still climbin Still shinin', still climbin, check this out Son We shot the motherfuckin pack yo Yo to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized We cook the shake move the weight across