We got the peanut butter, now it's time for the jellies We got the redhead king, man in the house We got the S-S-C-O-O-P, rock in the house So what's another smooth rhyme? It's rather simple I clean my face everyday so that I won't get a pimple And girls will keep steppin' to the recs Asking, aren't you that guy from W-R-E-C-K-S? Well, oh yes, but see I'm just one third Cause B-Dawgs and Marky Mark is there too What you hear and what you heard is just a sample Cause right now I don't really wanna trample Over emcees like an anthill And if I run out of bills, I'll get a refill Rebuild my pockets, close my safe and lock it Buy a new army jacket, put it on and rock it Grabbing girls' attention by anything I mention But I'd rather not have one with extensions A brown-skinned brother starts flippin' like an acrobat First time, then, and then back To up-tempo, because what solo can I go? Do you wanna hear more? No Next on the mic, occupying the clock Is the cool brother, S-C-O-O-P, rock I write rhymes with authority As well as emphasis, I mean sample Cause this is just a temperance Rapper of fifth, cause the question's sick You feel you can get with the man of the myth Cause I'm the S-C, no need to spell Cause the best be set in effect And ready to wreck the next three B-B-P-I-C-B-O-Y-S Who is next to flex outta context? Yes I got the R-E-G-H-E-A-T-K-I-N-G-B-I-N-F-X So, I gotta flow Thirty seconds or so, so let's go Ready? You know I'm the redhead one, what's up? Now I'm pushing up, what seems to be the problem? I don't know these other rappers, I must be kinda wack And we can't stand for that, so let me backslap the wack I'm giving all sugars back I'd like to introduce myself to you, I'm R-E-D It's hard to be, even though it's hard to be I might drink away, I might drink high Been rocking on the mic since the year of 83 Best described as almighty I wax many bodies from seat to seat I grabbed the mic because I had to win Five fingers of death when I grabbed the pen It wasn't put on by a hint or a whim But when I'm done, my son, there'd only be one kingpin Now it's time to find a prime, a mastermind A wine, a line to juice for you by one to twos A sleuze and bruise and goose and let my rep inject Yep, I come off dripping wet The rhymes are weak, so why bother to speak? The microphone is a mother and our father big Now, two years have passed, she wasn't trying this But now you heard the sound of the scientist Cause I'm R-E-D, redhead won't pronounce the same Myself the wise, I'm in a one half, abs to break, dick I am doing my style, freestyle, don't get hostile On the turntables is my homie, DJ Wildstyle Speakers on the right, but rockers on the left Buzzes in the back, no one's in front, I need room to step Onward to the sunset, after I collect My dough from a show, cause I'm a pro at pulling hoes Don't I am, am I dope? If asked that question, well, I would surely hope That you would say, what else could you say? But the redhead won, the redhead won So I kill, my brother, my friend, my homie Push him on the mic, be for real, let me perone Well, it's me, redhead, N-S-E-L-L-O-P The beat is something, that means it's rather basic Bustin' a dope rhyme is what I am doing Not only that, toy rappers are tooin' Yo, I'm here to terminate, I mean exterminate Booty MC, you too, get on the mic and come to be great On a date, writin' rhymes with my paper mate Step to me, and I won't hesitate To take you out like a dog on a leash You never should've fronted a chief, cause now you got beef I'm never worryin', I'm just flexed Cause I know I got the backup from the rest of the ranks Friday night ***, little peck scratches on your back Why you puttin' wrecks in a bed with your body? Don't get me wrong, she ain't a hottie And to tell you the truth, that's the main swally Know what I'm sayin', the girl in my world Light skin, fat work, without the cherry curl Never beefin', knockin' out cheapin' Doggin' MCs who rip the thang cheapin' The rap gang, because it ain't none So many rappers, I ain't gonna even claim to be no one Say it don't rhyme when you're ready But your wrecks in effect rockin' steady It's like that's y'all, then you don't stop Ayo, we outta here, a date, take it from the top We're rich to the end, hottie, hottie, yo Ayo, rich to the end, hottie, hottie, yo Ayo, rich to the end, hottie, hottie, yo She off with dutches in effect Ayo, rich to the end, hottie, hottie, yo Ayo, rich to the end, hottie, hottie, yo Ayo, rich to the end, hottie, hottie, yo