For the second half, the smooth ones on the scene
A mellow ocean groove with a gangster lean
This one's for the ladies, can't forget the mac daddies
Lincolns on day is 24, carry caddies
Impalas with lifts, regals with dumps
Cruisin' down the ab, bringin' back the funk
With more bounce to the ounce, it'll be alright
Between the sheets, you know the time, it's close to the midnight
I will fill the towel, a power, a rain shower
Quiet storm for my sweet thing, never sour
I might be young, but I'm ready
And like Aretha Franklin says, you know I rock steady
So the bone don't rock, and the grip won't slip
One time won't be enough, just like eatin' Lay's potato chips
You always come back for more self-lovin'
Gettin' the girlies, but never put one in the oven
Cause babies, uh-uh, I'm not the one havin' it
So when I *** it, I'm like, uh-uh, I'm not the one havin' it
But Jimmy best believe I'm brown baggin' it
And all the women, let me love you down
More better, let's get it on, the song in the background
And that's the way it has to be done
From city to city, all the crowds we want
Over, no need for rapin'
My homeboy TNC, why don't you bring my break in
Well let me bust a short drag, for the antennas
And a funky little rhyme, just so you can remember
I'm not Mr. Body, but I can do it
I can drive science, and language like a teacher
So quit all the defiance, take a seat
Simon 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 right
I'm the head, bein' up in charge, with a unit as my PTA
I'm not lonely, poet takin' action
Pullin' all tenoronies, no beginnin'
I used to keep it undercover, in the end you'll say
Self-love is like no other, L-U-V
Latin, using versatility, connection
Got the hookup, so we set up a strategy
Speak to the subjects with a soulful slang
And don't criticize, like Ozzy Brothers, it's my thing
So don't put down the sound, when you don't have one
Cause my voice is my choice, like onin' a gun
Load the clip, and let the spring commence
The heart of the rhyme, for more dollars and cents
A lot of people out there didn't think I could make it
The brass ring, I jacked it, didn't even need to take it
You're gettin' the hang, while I hung on
You're like an addict, I'm on rhymes, and you're stronger
I read like a warning, on chemicals danger
So don't keep sweatin', you just say hello, strange
I do the writin', as well as recitin', while I enlighten
The unit is a spark, in a clash of the titans
Layin' weak rap warriors, and I'll take four of ya
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, even more
Yo, I scored ya, me and Ricky eat takeout
Time was almost up, so it's almost time to break out
Well let me start the last round, with a round of hittin' lyrics
Take off the silencer, before you all can hear this
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