On the sticks I been doin this since '86
With that one big red bu*ton joy stick, I'm sick
You can never touch me couzzie
Can't bum-rush me, bust or crush me
Break ya knees, pump fake ya freeze
My crossover's thicka than the Black Eyed Peas, yes
Sweet like candied yams, its recorded and reported on that handicam
But hes no grammy fam
Came in a limo, and leave in a ambulance
Burn like hot ambers and
My c***s so big I need hammer pants
?? ouch
Like f*** yo couch
Be eatin croutons all on ya fouton
Rules on point watch how it sounds now
Tha 3 from downtown all on ya brown round
Its casual boy, im townbound
You hyphy like me, but calm down
Livin this flow - gettin in close
Pivot and post getting b****es and overdose
Not no ya don't, my goal is grope and hold ya throat
Yeah in mortin jenson
Servin like benson, its in the bag
Sir Diesel, instantly had
Twistin these leads till ya kissin feet
My systems neat, refined, sleek mind
P-type of d-game
Each frame of action captured close captured and stackeded
To my black friendsm we ask ya (Lie)
In ya grill, we pa**ionate thrill seekin
Go beneath the Regal (Yeah!)
I'll impeach a leada and squeeze the last drop of funk
So errbody here cop im some, now you want you some
You gonna get it anyway
Really ain't nobody foolin with plee
Hiero sign in ya face while ya shootin the three
Errbody came ta see me and they rootin for me
You can't believe True can beat me and my crew in this peace (Yea)
Some of the fans up in the stands are cheer leaders
Tryin to sneak a peak or a glance at cheerleaders
At playoff time ima prove that were leaders
Hard fouls in the paint
I don't even care either
If the ref eject me and the league suspend me
Ima be on some jet skis in Tahiti with Leslie
When I miss a shot thats when the media stress me
Say im only lucky when im beating the best team
To the upmost im workin my style
You but though, you get a up close and personal foul
If you end up gettin hurt thats when they call in the traina
(It's all in the game bra)
It's all in the game, cuz