Flute Loop

I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?
Give it up and you don't quit
Like that y'all, pop some more shit

So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash (nah)
And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash

Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to 60 wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul
Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal

Music to rock the nation

Music to rock the nation

Uh, uh, check it out
Uh, leave it out

A little wine with my dinner, so I'm in my Grape Ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape
'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button
And I get my fill, and you can't say nothing

More soul on this train than Don Cornelius
Got the mad subwoofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
The wires hitting switches connected at the junction

Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his shit, but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in SD50 'til the early morning

Music to rock the nation

Music to rock the nation