I stay up all night I go to sleep watchin' Dragnet   Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet   I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper   When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper   On the mic I score just like the Yankees   Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee   Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya   But you're looking so fly inside your B.M.W.   I got lucky I brought home the kitten   Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten   Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing   Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding   Jump the turnstile never pay the tool   Doo wa diddy and bust with the pre-roll   Customs jailed me over an herb seed   Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed   I'm outta your back door I'm into another   Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and you're mother   Not perfect grammar always perfect timing   The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds      Roses are red the sky is blue   I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna' do   It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes   The engine is the music and my nine's by my side   Cause you know why a you see H.   I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place   Takin' life as it comes no fool am I   I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why   Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many   Know alota def girls that'll do anything   A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain   I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan   Yea I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain   I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane   People come up to me and they try to talk shit man   I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick      Girl you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes   You got fancy things their going up your nose   You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men   You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen   Mothership connection getting girl's affection   If your life needs correction don't follow my direction   You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley   You be driving around Hollywood with yo sorry charlie   Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker   You slipin' you slackin' cause you're a false fake sucker   You slip you slack you clock me and you lack   While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac   Poetry in motion coconut lotion   Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional   Are you experienced little girl   I want to know what goes on in your little girl world   Cause I'm on your mind It's hard to forget me   I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me   So peace out ya'll, a PCP song out   Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout   And I'm out...   "Waa.."