«Y'all got to watch out for the money-hungry bitches».
Madlib, why you waste so much money on records and gettin high man?
Suckas try to bring it but strickly be bluffin'
Quasimoto drop jewels on phony niggas actin' rough
«So tough MC's ain't really saying nothing»
I gets high and starts taking out wack niggas
The police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
Lord Quas in the place, master race MCs
Comin' through like Thelonious Monk
I'm labeled as a bad character
You try keeping it real
«Yet you should try keeping it right»
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I'm on the street passing out poison apples
(OH SHIT HE DEAD)
IT'S THE RETURN OF THE LOOP DIGGA (my nigga, my nigga)
They all wanted me to driiiiive the getaway, and i was like, fuck it cause i aint got no dough anyway
once this nigga hit my bathroom up, tryna get relief
but he didnt know i rub my toilet paper on poison ivy leaf
dont go away mad
just go away
you aint gotta go away mad girl just go away
Ill stab a nigga in the chest with a pitchfork from behind
"Green ain't only money you know
It's silence, country, and things that grow
You could have your foot in a drift or watch it be
That's where it's at, in a funny way, if you follow me"
Yo it's astro black coming to your town
Quasimoto back again, fucking skins so we can go some rounds
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Glad to see Quas getting love here.
I got the forty on my lap, my tape playing Boom Bap
The nigga next to me talking about “Niggas acting up man I shoulda' brought my strap”
I said yo chill with that, we ain’t having no black-on-black
I gave him a slap on the blackhand side, pulled out a fat sack (sack sack sack sack)
Y'all niggas running through like y'all nuts off to screw
I feed y'all niggas to the gators AND WATCHA GONNA DO?
What's the prettiest thing you've ever seen?
Black on black?
White on white?
Green on green?