I Drop Money - Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt

My beat go, while she flip and grab the pole

Jump jump jump jump jump, move it like a dump truck

Face get fixed up, niggas get mixed up

Who’s on the phone now, who’s that pickin up

Dark face, mask on, everybody’s stickin up

Everybody’s quickin up, jewels start pickin up

Come to the back and count to the back, lil' kids love that

I’ll be the first to say if you butt sound whack

Long-faced bastard, nothin you, mastered

Any girl you talk to, walk and try to ask her

She don’t want you think, nigga what you faster

Tryin to top me, never will you stop me

You’re skilled in surgery, you dirty B, you got no courtesy

You birded B, you heard of me, impressively

You got no stylin B, I’m smilin B you whylin B I’m violent B

You silent G I’m bout it B you pout at me you doubted me

What’s yo' name black-ass?

I’mma tame whack-ass

Make his beard grow, make it make his beard grow

Make his beard grow, make it make his beard grow

I’m on the corner sometimes, I’m on the corner with rhymes

You got your last chance last man, I’mma start to laugh man

Sweat like a hot room, now you gonna need a fan

Bust a verse for ten grand, bust a verse witcha man

Beginning to ending man, beginning to ending plan

Hustle the game, shuffle the game, my shoes scuffle the game

Kid average come around and they rhyme the same

The whore store get you caught up and burned up in flames

Flames, flames

— 2X (minus last line first time)