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If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Uh-oh) If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Rick Rock, we back at 'em, pimp) If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic (We back it, mayne) The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (You fuckin' around again, my nigga, ha) If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic (Show up and show out, that's what the name of the game is, mayne) The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Show up, mayne — hello?) If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic (Cut up, boy, uh-oh) The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Okay, let's go, uh) If it was lifted off the plastic, the babes'll probably go spastic My yetti stretch like elastic, the game that I give is accurate Lingo need to be patented, pasteurized, put in cap in this Sucka shit, I ain't havin' it, I ain't lyin', I'm passionate Memory like a spelling bee, gettin' yetti my specialty Movin' steady, not recklessly Letras de cancionesDifferent breed, different pedigree Spinnin' the Pyrex like dryers, my folks active and they got priors Hardheaded, mainey, no manners, stay with the toolies and hammers They'll ram and go head up with them, their horns and their antlers Get down where they mad at, don't give a fuck about cameras I tell 'em slow down and I tell 'em to pump they brakes Then they say, "Unc', we don't care about dyin' or catchin' a case" I'm sippin' on Mexican Mule for the fuel, every hour is happy hour Alcohol all we'll devour, then like a meteor shower Twisted like a funnel cloud, smokin' loud in the crowd, puffin' on some okra Tacked out and I'm hella stuck like a poster, bitch If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic I can spot a hater through the thickest fog Sniff a sucka out like a hound dog A vision without a plan is just a hallucination Rome wasn't built in a day, have patience There's stages to these wages, it's chapters to these here pages Crack them gates for my loved ones that's incarcerated in cages It's a shortage on the real and an overage on the fake That start off solid as a rock and then morph back into a snake Fixtures do what they want, suckas do what they can I can live through muddy water, and see dry land I could bake a peach cobbler and sell that shit to Betty Crocker I've been a yaper plotter since I was a little toddler Give a nigga a beer, he'll drink the whole case Give a nigga a bite, he'll eat the whole plate Give a nigga a inch, he'll take the whole rope Front a nigga some dope, he'll snort up all your coke, bitch If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic From Letras Mania