Nappy-headed Ho?... "a drop in the ocean of barbaric filth and anti-female hatred"

[Mr. Kotter]

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut

i drop that black album
then i back out it
as the best rapper alive
***** ask about me

I almost feel guilty for liking this one too; but going after Imus may mean Jay Z and others will have to just be more creative; the groove will still be there.

But as a teacher the kids keep me young. Least that's my "excuse"...as if I need one.

You now tuned into the muhf**kin greatest!
Turn the music up in the head phones
Tell em' you can gone grush ya shoulders off n****, I got you

Chorus-If you feelin like a PIMP n**** gone brush ya shoulders off
Ladies is PIMPS too, gone brush ya shoulders off. N****s is crazy baby dont forget that boy that told you, GET THAT DIRT OFF YOUR SHOULDER

Probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryna' hustle some things that go with the porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my head was forced
Middle finger to the law, N**** grippin my balls
Said the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballas is bouncin, they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it, just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of bottom to the top of the box
N**** run through Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a runnin back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back n**** cuz I'm straight with the ROC

Chorus-If you feelin like a PIMP n**** gone brush ya shoulders off
Ladies is PIMPS to gone brush ya shoulders off. N****s is crazy baby dont forget that boy told you get that dirt of your shoulderx4

Yo homie HOV in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryna to get me a ROVA
Tryin to stretch out the coca like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heckala close, you know them smokas will test ya
But like 52 cards went out, now I'm through dealin now
52 bars come out, now you feel em now
52 cars roll out remove ceilings, incase 52 broads come out
Now you chillin with a boss b**** cause S.C. on the sleeve at the 40/40 club ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'ma balla foreal, CHILL!

Chorus

Boy back in the building
Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful Bi--itch in the back of that back
I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap
I aint gotta clap at em, n****s scared of that black
I drop that Black Album, then I back out it as the best rapper alive, n****s ask about me
From bricks to Billboards, grams to Grammy's
the O's to opposite, off the anny
You got a problem J for selling out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hay
I'ma hustleler homie, you a customer chrony
I got some dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me

Chorus till end