Yo, I.B.U, I.B.U
Now just bless the verbal, Scott Lark Sensei
Want y'all to lay back and peep this feature presentation
It's all real...It's going like this
Check it out
[Verse 1]
It's the feature presentation, shots fired live on location
Put you in a sticky situation if you wanna follow
Because it's hard to swallow
You see I woke up in the morning at 5 am
Hit the L, smoked a cig, drank some gin and then
Hit the L, smoked a cig, drank some gin and then
I woke up and did the sh** all over again
And after that I grabbed my gat that I just had cleaned
Dollar bills, gotta build, gotta get that green
Baby Pah, ?blue stars got L-A-Ark?
What I say, ok, now play that song
By Soul 2 Soul "Keep on moving don't stop"
I k**ed a million devils with just one Glock
Cuz i'm the supa dupa brand new industry trooper
Cleaning up sh** with a used pooper-scooper
Driving down to Washington to k** Bill Clinton
??Rob the mint, and then read Bill tritton??
As I hop on my private jet set for Asia
b**hes all around the world is lightin' up my pager
I smoked the bong with Saddam Hussein on his plane
As soon as I got off of my plane
He had a jacuzzi with five groupies holdin' uzis
Hoochies, even that Stetsasonic chick Suzie
She said, "Hey, ain't you that rapper?"
Slapped me in the face and called me a chick basher
She stuck the gun in my nose, I froze
Made me lick her toes and her a**hole
I couldn't do it, I had to do it
The move: I grabbed the uzi and sprayed Suzie in the movie
[Chorus]
It's the feature presentation
I keep the party jumpin' off of lyrics
I be bumpin making people edible like Jeffrey Dahmer when I bomb it
(It's the movie, listen to the movie, it's the movie, nothin' but a movie)
I grab my pen and begin to flip the script the sh**
In which I pick the kick ba** out of it like other sh** they heard me
Kickin'
What a difference...
(It's the movie, listen to the movie, It's the movie, nothin' but a movie)
[Verse 2]
It's the feature presentation
You don't know me, ain't no relation
Like Mobb Deep, crossing borders with the Haitians
Who would of thought that it would have occurred
She knew me, I knew her, hey, we both knew each other
She said, "It ain't goin down like what"
I said, "Me leaving here without gettin' the gut?!"
Fast-forward ?To a wind? I started knocking it off
I came down the throat and then my sh** got soft
She started playing with my balls
Which once again made my sh** get hard
Who would have thought i'd be in a jacuzzi
On a airplane with four b**hes holding uzis
Is they gon' k** me? My stomach is woozy
Saddam eating JIFF with a spoon his mother was choosy
I twist my head, wished upon a star out of there
Disappeared and reappeared elsewhere
Somewhere in the Everglades
All the hunnies looking sunny all the men just shared
Whether you're black, Puerto Rican or Caucasian
South-East Asian, Malaysian, feature presentation
[Chorus]
I keep the party jumpin' off of lyrics
I be bumpin' making people edible like Jeffrey Dahmer when I bomb it
(It's the movie, listen to the movie, it's a movie, nothin' but a movie)
[Verse 3]
I slow 'em down, when I throw 'em down, tempo the track
I kick the crazy tight flow like i'm in every back
I'm kicking n***a's backs out like ?the spine I disperse?
Livin fat like Heavy D I don't curse, na f** that
sh** p**y God i'm too hard-core, break a n***a's jaw more
Who should have put up his guard more
Ruff edges rugged, cuz mother f**as love it
f** it, i'm too far above it, yo
I grab my Glock and my co*k standing out on the block
I used the dock and I knocked now they opened a lock
And then they let me inside, I caught a venomous vibe
They said "Lark, welcome back. Where you been all this time?"
I said "Later for all that, I heard you was pourin' sh**
About your mouth around my n***as, we ain't goin' for it"
A n***a said "You in my crib and disrespect me like that
Is gonna break you two by two I know you cool and all that"
Mad n***as went bad and started hittin' the door
Scott Lark licked a shot, a n***a fell on the floor
I felt bad cuz the n***a I shot was innocent
So I shot another n***a cuz he started the sh**
His f**in' guts hit the ground like spaghetti
Then I checked his pockets for fuzz, yo I thought you knew already
Scott Lark be f**in' it up
I make the hoes say "Scott Lark f**in' it up!"
The rim-shot..
[Chorus]
I keep the party jumping off of lyrics
I be bumpin' making rappers edible like Jeffrey Dahmer when I bomb it
(It's the movie, listen to the movie, it's the movie, nothin' but a movie)