Mc am i, people call me uff
when i rock the party, you bust a nut
feadz is breaking out the beat
shit be hotter, than me
me and he, our crews a militia
better watch out, my clan gets vicious
bad ass bitch, im rated x
im gifted, aint gotta sell sex
cross the beach onto the street
gotta work hard, no room to cheat
crunk n grime, thats my bloodline
feadz is mixin, uffies shoutin
uff is bangin, feadz is bangin
time to get low, do the tootsie roll
thats how we do, do it hot
and if you understood, would you?
stop hatin and playin hard
i got a loaded bodygaurd
dont make him pull out the glock and pop
uffies gonna make this shit rock
like do, do i like
boys call on me when they feel freaky hot
i run this show, you got to slow
pick up the pace, with you cracked out face
uffies bangin, feadz is bangin
time to get low, do the tootsie roll
thats how we do, do it hot
and if you understood, would you?
beat my ryhme, if you can
yea you talk shit, think i care?
my style in this flow, is confusin cause ya dont know pop the glock.
I like a girl with caked up makeup in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time, who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand bites and scratches the blinds, but I ain't found one quite right yet so I step with pep to the park or supermarket her apartment best be messy Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class and Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag and four inch tips made of ostrich sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip won't say sorry when she offends she comes over to my place in her old man's Benz in gold and silver and jewels of all colors and she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers come on and get it before I change my mind come on kid, don't waste my time So Rich, So Pretty.
Du bonheur à l'état pur, brut, natif, volcanique, quel pied ! C'était mieux que tout, mieux que la drogue, mieux que l'héro, mieux que la dope, coke, crack, fitj, joint, shit, shoot, snif, pét', ganja, marie-jeanne, cannabis, beuh, péyotl, buvard, acide, LSD, extasy. Mieux que le sexe, mieux que la fellation, soixante-neuf, partouze, masturbation, tantrisme, kama-sutra, brouette thaïlandaise. Mieux que le Nutella au beurre de cacahuète et le milk-shake banane. Mieux que toutes les trilogies de George Lucas, l'intégrale des muppets-show, la fin de 2001. Mieux que le déhanché d'Emma Peel, Marilyn, la schtroumpfette, Lara Croft, Naomi Campbell et le grain de beauté de Cindy Crawford. Mieux que la face B d'Abbey Road, les CD d'Hendrix, qu'le p'tit pas de Neil Armstrong sur la lune. Le Space-Mountain, la ronde du Père-Noël, la fortune de Bill Gates, les transes du Dalaï-Lama, les NDE, la résurrection de Lazare, toutes les piquouzes de testostérone de Schwarzy, le collagène dans les lèvres de Pamela Anderson. Mieux que Woodstock et les rave-party les plus orgasmiques. Mieux que la défonce de Sade, Rimbaud, Morisson et Castaneda. Mieux que la liberté. Mieux que la vie.