f** it yeah
I think it's about time we come like this
Cause I'm tired
I'm tired and I'm tired and I'm tired and I'm tired
Clowning these fools on the mic cause they're bozos
And when I rock their hoes wanna go with me
Any mothaf**in place I'm going
Just because of these funky a** rhymes I'm blowing
Coming from the left on these sorry a** n***as
Thinking they're better cause their bankroll's bigger
That's bullsh** this troop is unfadeable
Soon as I hit I'm paid in full
Back off of me punks cause I'm a loc
And I'll bust your monkey a** and tired of being broke
I will work this underground like a hound
Whatever you wanna do fools I'm down for
Banging you busters you don't know the real
Hang you by your balls till you sound a wheel
But I'ma run this punk n***as done this wrong for the f** cost of a song
I'm the hard a** player from the PPC
Got punk mothaf**as crossing over to me
I could do it anyway anyhow right now
In the presence of a player perpetrators must bow
Yeah and that's what the f** I'm talking about, s**ers
So what the f**'s up this is Penthouse
Yeah
Yo Compton, Playa Hamm from LA is bout to show you how the true players play
Peep the Renaissance debut of my clique
Beats the DJ Quik makes the freaks wanna freak
Yeah I went to Compton to find a DJ
Put him in my cutla** and brought him back to LA
JB put us down with the dollars we needed
We watched the 1200 and an E-mu SP
The boy got funky, too funky
This here turned out to be a true player's career
Quik told me this is how them Compton n***as did it
Work the underground till the over got with it
So if them sorry a** n***as could do this sh**
I know goddamn well Penthouse gonna hit
All I wanna do is get a proper a** cap
I don't wanna fall into that drug bullsh** trap
Cause I'm a dope dealer slinging dope a** rap
And perhaps I can get paid for these caps
PPC down your mothaf**in throat
Choking s**ers out with that rhymes that I wrote
Chilling at the sleigh working for crumbs
Underestimators feeling pretty goddamn dumb
Treating me like I'm just a cleanup n***a
Me coming like this they couldn't figure
Now they get phased when they beat my take
They know I got paid when they see me drake
They want a jock licking I might let em in
Or I just might serve their monkey a**es again
I paid the cost to be the boss
Serving no remorse every fighter in the world feel the mothaf**in force
Full coarse meals will be bent in the process
Each rhyme rhythm signifies who's best
So who's next I don't give a f** where you're from
What you done to get here or hard you come
I ain't no gang banger but I'm a gangster
A player mothaf** up in your mother, I'll bang her
With rhymes for anyone and everyone involved
You got a problem s**er, run up
It's up
Yeah, goddamn skippy
It ain't no mothaf**in peanut bu*ter, s**er
You know what's up
Yeah, we want it so I told you way back
You know what's happening
Yeah, the n***a Worms is in the penthouse
My brother Joke is in the penthouse
Ritchie Rich is in the penthouse
That n***a Shake is in the penthouse
Rickys Step is in the penthouse
Big Slim is in the penthouse
The n***a Jewels is in the penthouse
That EazyZ mall in the penthouse
You know what's happening ain't nothing changed
Now, I don't contradict I just dick and pick
And they pay me when they play me tricks just as long for trip
I'm then one standing playing for PPC
I'ma give a f** my name IMC ain't down with me
You heard of my crew, you knew we were coming
You knew soon as we hit your silly a**es troop
They got us so hard but true we were remind
And when we hit the LYs things were changed for we, punk
Perpetrating marks get punked
You get us a broche and you'll get mocked
Don't even try to convince yourself of anything different
I keep telling you punks we play no favorites
DJ Quik and I will keep coming cause we're greater
Then any North, South or Westcoast perpetrator
All you oughta say to us, s**er MCs
Eat my muthaf**in dust
Hell yeah, I ain't gonna let off at all
OG PPC here to serve you all
Call your Mamas and Daddies they'll be jocking my feast
Telling you "Uh, sorry son, Playa Hamm got you beat"
Treat yourself, s**ers, this is a free meal
One hundred percent unadulterated real
Play my tape and get mad
You know you can't fade it
We knew the sh** was funky as soon as we made it
Yeah, you started this sh** and now you wanna back out
Get your pencil and paper so I'ma see what you're talking about
I'm coming right back just as though you know it
I'm nothing but the boss Los Angeles poet
This underground sh** is simple sometimes redundant
Which means it repeats itself if you were wondering
This is your level I work on multitudes
So that I can break it down low and real too
This is for the s**ers that thought I couldn't do
But the real is that I just wouldn't do it before
But you mothaf**as wanted it this way
Now you talking bout "What the f** did he say?"
You heard it right we wanted to play this sh** right
And when it's six AM you know I'm giving up no slack
You made it easy for me to get over on the ground
Like I'ma said I'ma jacking this sh** like my hound
A rhyme a day for the undead please
A rhyme a day for you s**ers to feast