Every night I pray to God: ‘Please, no more wack MC’s.’
What good is a beautiful dame with a Rolls-Royce frame, and a Volkswagen brain?
Footballs, basketballs, microphones, gas and grass…
Just some of the few things that J-Ro likes to pass.
I got Soul Power, never took a cold shower,
Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flour.
If imitation is the greatest form of flattery,
Punk, don’t flatter me.
