"J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."      You better make it   And lace it   And hope the pigs don't take   And keep your mission basic   No time to come and fake it      Spin like a CD   You know it's Nicky T   Come to your party   With no apology   All at your function   This ain't no usual luncheon   I see what I like and then I jump in      Float like a Cadillac   Girl can ya handle that?   Hittin' on cognac   Now you don't know how to act      I'm your favourite Motorola   Your new Coca-Cola   At least until you get tired of my new poster   It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy   A situation might change your whole anatomy      Who hit the jackpot?   Hot as a crack spot   Took out the cash box   And left with the flash(?) doc(?)      Shit, you know   J'aibe soin d'un crayon   The Gingerbread Man   J'aibe soin d'un crayon      My young tiga Don Juan   He looked right in front of a khan (?)   Said that it was real sweet   Sumthin' I would keep      I live like a Gipsy   Rap till I'm empty   Fly like a Frisbee   But hung like a Grizzly      You know, I blow   And there, I go   All on the freeway   Me and my queen mayne      I eats Gumbo   The jumbo   Shrimp combo   And when I clown, hoe   I smile like a criminal      I can be like Ecstasy   Show you a whole new recipe   Don't even know why you step to me   Sayin' you ain't impressed with me      I ain't trippin' darlin'   I hear my homies callin'   And when there's money involved   Man they despise stallin'      Hook it up and then cook it up   Man shook it up and then look it up   And rock it up and then chop it up   Man flock it up and then cop it up      I hit the underground trains(?) and thangs   Stood there rappin' till the rain done came   Till' the game done changed      Man I'ma get it mayne   And don't forget it mayne...      Shit, So greedy   Don't think that I can split it mayne   The Gingerbread Man   Catch me if you can      You back there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"   Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"   Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"   You think I'm playin' baby? ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"      Shit, shit...      "J'aibe soin d'un crayon..."