Hi-C - The Talk lyrics

Roll somethin (yeah) smoke somethin (right) Drank somethin (what) flow somethin (hey) (Chorus) n***az try to talk that talk (some n***az try to talk that talk) But they really cain't walk that walk (nah they really cain't walk that walk) People f** around and get caught (you gon' f** around and get caught) Find your a** outlined in chalk (you find your a** outlined in chalk) (Sly Boogy) I like to smoke on the fine lined sticky You don't really wanna try Sly Boogy (nah) I got some n***az that'll ride right wit me I'm not a h*mos**ual, I like p**y (yup yup) I make the hardest n***az cry like sissies I'm a live walkin sci-fi mystery Come on and shine in the limelight wit me Let's make it snap, crackle and pop like Rice Krispies I put n***az in fear when I rip sh** Make sho' my words sound clear when I spit this Guzzle up a 40 ounce of beer with the quickness If you wanna get bent, here n***a hit this It's only been a year since my sh** hit Now a gang of people got they ear in my bid'ness My words pierce like a spear, I'm relentless You better hope yo' name don't appear on my hit list (Chorus) (Hi-C) Yeah you n***az is fixin to get ya brains blew back Sly Boogy (whattup?) Where the thang-thang at n***az be k**in me with these g**n raps I got homies so banged out they need a g**n PATCH Guns, knives, and baseball bats n***a! I come from the days of waaaaaaaaay back And I'm still dope like Ritalin Cause I keep sh** stankin like a chitlin You best to chill with all that yappin you snitch you Oh you don't feel it? But I bet you your b**h do! (heyyy) You at home eatin TV dinners While I roll through the hood wit'cha ho on spinners It's my time to shine, I'm fixin to rock next And then I'm disappearin again like Loch Ness With ten million in cash, and 2 tecs, with a cell phone With three young honies with hot s** (Chorus) (Hi-C) Oh yeah monkeyheads, I ain't playin Look who the cat drug in (E-40) E-40! Straight from the bottom of the gutter peeeyimp (gutter peeyimp) But then I rose (then I rose) Now it's life "bonus golf," pimp I got extra holes/hoes I used to shovel that snow, that powder yo' nose The first one on my soil my ninja to ride vogues (ride vogues) Now we rhyme and spit verses and rock shows (rock shows) And pimp these broads for they purses mayne when I'm on the road (on the road) I'm a fixture on my block (on my block) Before E-40, my named used to be Hubbarock (Hubbarock) Hubbarock? Yeah bruiser, Hubbarock Bust a unit open, break it down to hundred pops Hundred pops? Yeah bruiser, hundred pops Feed 'em to my runners, let my runners get 'em off (get 'em off) I like to floss and campaign (campaign) With the, top down, smokin champagne (champagne) And go stupid like a fool (like a FOOL) Off Hennessy and Red Bull (Red Bull) Roll somethin, smoke somethin Drank somethin, flow somethin (Chorus) (E-40 over Chorus) That's right, you squares be talkin that talk mayne But cha'll can't walk that walk mayne You fools is squares, a box of Apple Jacks Fa-shiggadale, boyyyyyy Get outline in chalk fool, riggadale'll tell ya Why? Uhh (Hi-C) Ay DJ Cokie, get us up out this b**h mayne {*scratching*} SHUT UP MONKEYHEAD!