Orange Pineapple Juice (Explicit)

Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice

I'ma sip on it check it out

I got a rhyme you got a rhyme

But my rhyme is better than yours

Repeat 2X

U A C they get they P's and

No I

D

Be gettin his P's and

The Late Show they get they P's and

ProfessaNots they get they P's and

Peep the maneuver how bout the Heim lich

I rhyme sick and you can get the duck coon

I'm the s**t you're s**t out of luck

Tough

I'm the act to follow

Housing kids like Ronald

Mac like Donald Goines

Flows I change like coins

Choyoyoyyoyoyyng

Choyoyoyyyyng

Choyoyoyoyyyyyng

I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique

And everybody there be like

YEAH

Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'Whoomp

There It Is'

I'm like a mom on section 8

Over bearing kids

S**t they be like

Com mon That's my muhf**ka true

Youse a hamburger

I'ma Fudrucker

Askin me to lettuce ketchup

Knowin you can't cut the mustard

So where's the beef

Jerky

I'm as Worthy as James

Not that good with names

But I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste

Of Chicago

We got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors

Don't just come to me

Go ask thy neighbor I'm a hood takin n***az

Under

On the tundra

Cause they're plain

They're plain

Fantasy Island

I'm on a plateau that is fat so

It's just a fan tasy

For the fans to see

How I land

I'm grand like a finale

I'm goin back to Cali

Why

Cause Cali got b***hes check it

Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness

Dee da da da doo doo

Dee da da

Ah eh da da

Dee da da da DOO doo

Dee da da

Dee da da

South Side

Rock on and

The West Side

We gotta rock on and

Hey yo Chicago

We gotta rock on and

The East coast

You gotta rock on and

The West coast

You gotta rock on and

Ah down South

You gotta rock on and

Check it

Now you can go

Mister p***y Emcee

Just get on gone

Get on gone

You p***y MC

Steppin to me

With them dirty feet you'll get defeated

Like Kunta Kinte

I'm kin to

Align crew

My great

Great

Grandpap done been through

So much it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill n***a

So I figure like a father

That I'ma Turn This Mutha Out

But Common you ain't hittin in New York

I don't know what you thought hops

But chief I got tall props

Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep

Some stunts be thinkin I'm six fo'

My s**t be hittin like switches

B***hes

Ask

Why my

Britches

Sag

I ask the b***hes

Why your titties saggin

Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses

I can get down

D d d down like pessimist

Ring the Alarm

I got Charm like a neck a lace

Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this

Didn't you

Didn't you

And it

And it

And it

And it don't stop

Bust it

Gotta crew ya better tell em