Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin / Musician, inflictin composition / of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now / Bulletholes left in my peepholes / I'm suited up in street clothes / Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay / I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway / Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps / G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit / Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin / Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston / Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and / I ran like a cheetah with...
Well its the M I crooked letter comin around the South, Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch, Please, ain't nothin but incense in my atmosphere
I'm bendin corners in my 'llac boi, cause that's how we be rollin here, Deep, the slang is in effect because it's Georgia, Kicking the khakis and Adidas
THE POPE LIKES LITTLE BOYS :-O
Its that Southernplayalisticaddilac funky music
Now players if you choose it, You better make sure you don't abuse it, We gonna get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh
Paula Abdul: DUH, I REALLY LIKED IT Black Guy: IT WAS DOPE AND FRESH Simon: IT SUCKED!! YOU NIGGER!!
CONTESTANT NUMBER TWO: DIRTY SLUT WHO WOULD DO SIMON TO WIN
I don't wany, anybody else, when I think about you I touch myself.
Paul Abdul: DUH, YOU'RE REALLY GOOD AT SINGING! Black guy: I FEELING IT, TIGHT! Simon: FUCK YOU, YOU'RE GOD AWFUL!! I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU IN THE PARKING LOT!
CONTESTANT NUMBER THREE: THE FAT BLACK GUY
It drops deep, like it does in my breath, I don't sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.
Paula Abdul: DUH, I DON'T GET IT :) Black Guy: I HAVE A BIG PENIS YA'LL Simon: THAT WAS BRILLIANT!! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU A STAR!! I MUST DRAW YOU!!