De La Soul - Max B

I’m like Ali, gettin' stripped of the title

'Cause he wouldn’t fight the white man’s war

That 'bout a bitch

Boss said, you’s a hell of a dude

But it’s crazy 'cause you’re doing everything except to rap with the wrist

Why don’t you focus up, polish your game, do a big Porter cup, when in the booth

And I blew a sig

Came up with the fly shit here

Heard of Public Domain, that was my shit, yeah

Every 10 years, niggas like you pop up

You’re a blast from the past

Your music feel good like wakin' up, scratchin' your ass

I’mma keep makin' hits, try’na fatten my stash

On the block rollin' dice

Or at my own wedding try’na fuck with the bitches that be throwin' the rice

I’m so ahead of my time

I think I’m seven years older than Mike (who Mike?)

(Mike? That’s my older brother)

I ain’t one of them whack niggas that’ll take a lil' day off

Come back, drive by and the wave sound way off

Pack this mix, it’s perfect then pay off

God sent me here to make

Spend big money all up and break hoes

Not those broke bitches that want to make love (LOVE!)

Hundred begets and the hundred thousand dollar cars

And then we gon' ride in the sunset

Play with yo' pussy 'till it get dumb wet

Max, why you stop, I ain’t cum yet

Chill babe, light up a blunt, why you beat, I ain’t finished havin' fun yet

Let a lil' Domain bump

two of the trilogy, I can tell when you niggas is feelin' me

Niggas start gettin' they lean on

Gettin' they fiend on

And I got a mean arm, pitch it from deep

Silencer, I don’t even need a beam on

Puff puff pass, quit gettin' your steam on

I’m back

This goes out to all of my girls, girls

I’mma take you around the world

This goes out to all of my girls, girls

I’mma lace you up with diamonds and pearls