For the second half, the smooth ones on the sceneA mellow ocean groove with a gangster leanThis one's for the ladies, can't forget the mac daddiesLincolns on day is 24, carry caddiesImpalas with lifts, regals with dumpsCruisin' down the ab, bringin' back the funkWith more bounce to the ounce, it'll be alrightBetween the sheets, you know the time, it's close to the midnightI will fill the towel, a power, a rain showerQuiet storm for my sweet thing, never sourI might be young, but I'm readyAnd like Aretha Franklin says, you know I rock steadySo the bone don't rock, and the grip won't slipOne time won't be enough, just like eatin' Lay's potato chipsYou always come back for more self-lovin'Gettin' the girlies, but never put one in the ovenCause babies, uh-uh, I'm not the one havin' itSo when I *** it, I'm like, uh-uh, I'm not the one havin' itBut Jimmy best believe I'm brown baggin' itAnd all the women, let me love you downMore better, let's get it on, the song in the backgroundAnd that's the way it has to be doneFrom city to city, all the crowds we wantOver, no need for rapin'My homeboy TNC, why don't you bring my break inWell let me bust a short drag, for the antennasAnd a funky little rhyme, just so you can rememberI'm not Mr. Body, but I can do itI can drive science, and language like a teacherSo quit all the defiance, take a seatSimon says it's time for some schoolin'A professor with a ruler in hand, and I'm rulin'More like the rules, principal at large, that's rightI'm the head, bein' up in charge, with a unit as my PTAI'm not lonely, poet takin' actionPullin' all tenoronies, no beginnin'I used to keep it undercover, in the end you'll saySelf-love is like no other, L-U-VLatin, using versatility, connectionGot the hookup, so we set up a strategySpeak to the subjects with a soulful slangAnd don't criticize, like Ozzy Brothers, it's my thingSo don't put down the sound, when you don't have oneCause my voice is my choice, like onin' a gunLoad the clip, and let the spring commenceThe heart of the rhyme, for more dollars and centsA lot of people out there didn't think I could make itThe brass ring, I jacked it, didn't even need to take itYou're gettin' the hang, while I hung onYou're like an addict, I'm on rhymes, and you're strongerI read like a warning, on chemicals dangerSo don't keep sweatin', you just say hello, strangeI do the writin', as well as recitin', while I enlightenThe unit is a spark, in a clash of the titansLayin' weak rap warriors, and I'll take four of yaFive, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, even moreYo, I scored ya, me and Ricky eat takeoutTime was almost up, so it's almost time to break outWell let me start the last round, with a round of hittin' lyricsTake off the silencer, before you all can hear thisSubtitles by the Amara.org community