[Verse 1]
Pacin' the floor [?]
Pacin' the floor lookin' for my mind to create...
Hip hop!
So I come with something bug
Meditate - that my rest, here goes my mic plug!
Hook me in when I'm headed downtown
Give my crews [?], they know I'm still around...
Coolin'! Bagging up crews with no doubt
And when I'm rollin' dice, I got my boys on the lookout
[?]
Leavin' them marked like a graffiti tag (tag)
Sp-spray 'em, this [?] no mimic
I run more hoes than a clinic without no gimmick
(Hey!) [?] soon to get [?]
Man, these [?] MCs comin' up short
[?] they still hurtin' me from 5,000
In the club browsin', I don't do the housin'
I like the real sound
That underground sound
The West Coast sound
And that Uptown sound
Oh, how I need a crazy brand new [?]
Girls like the runner - always givin' me peeps
So squeeze it
I'll please it
Time for [?]
More threat
I feel like a mic, so where's my check?
Go get me landscaper, no beatin' around a bush
Signing off, it's Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf
[Outro]
Hey guy
Hey big guy
Hey guy, hey guy
Hey there big guy
Hey guy
Hey guy, hey guy
Hey guy
Hey there big guy
Hey guy
Hey guy
Hey guy
Hey big guy
Hey guy, hey guy, hey guy
Hey guy, hey big guy
Hey guy, hey guy, hey guy