Verse One: GrouchI'm out the gate like Seabiscuit, free with it
Countless bars, others pay to see me lift it
Raise It Up like Slum
I made it up baby, if it's Yuk, I'm Knum
Stinky, pinky, shrink me, shrunk me, done
You think we kinky, me thinky...you dumb
I run my mouth like the south run the radio
Round the clock, I love bass heads daily grow
Backward, that's awkward, I observe
One with the Earth man even if I'm on swerve
Towards the bull, headed for the course
To pull you in fool
What pool you in?
Hook Scarub:
It's us again
Living Legends you can tell a friend
We wouldn't hurt you, let this work you as the record spins around
Through the thick and thin
Whenever we in 'em, we gon' win again
We makin' music, you can use it to the very end
Verse Two: MursYes, M.U.R.S., fresh off the Mid-City block
Heard some of y'all say we really ain't hot
I could give a fuck less than an inner city cop
Got my ass on a jet, Ipod fully stocked
I'm a P.I.M.P.3
Rhyme book steady screamin' in my ear like "empty me!"
Into a whole clip, until I hear it go "click, pow"
Here's a sick style, suckers tryin' to get down
And don't get yo ass up until I tell you to
Double L's the crew
Without them initials (what?)
You couldn't make a call
These players couldn't ball
But most importantly
We couldn't do this for y'all