Trackmasters - Pop 'Nuff sh** lyrics

Check it out Rock autobiography I Realize realize that I'm fly Like an insect I'll insert the fluid Then you ask how did a roughneck do it Or did that, sit back listen to this hardcore tridack Not widdack criddack Neve got embedded in the sould of a genius From the tip of my toe to me penis, I mean this Like a fabric from a seamstress, I'll cut you like a hem Hack you like phlem And friends are hard to find so be careful Said by my man The R here's another earful My gear will attract a lot of people So much that I might make a sequel Like Stallone the road is real Rocky Bust I stand alone And my hand might roam up the dress Of someone totally with it A half an hour later she was frigid The pubic box was locked locked Word up, I'm the key, word up, ME A black fellow I don't need a damn cello or a violin to win Put girls on their knees like they're saying a prayer Gas their headache with some lyrical Bayer Ibuprofen put you in the mood to elope When I find the right squaw nah I remember the words of Jerry Resnick Never let a girl put you to the exit Word up and I thank this, the one man skit I wanna pop nuff sh** I wanna pop nuff sh**, word up straight up No falsehoods, n othing ain't made up Like Cuomo my style goes two ways like a h*mo I no I won't do no Prom Mo oh so Ho, say ho when the back shot is, Given Robin, it's time for slobbing Some old near nod your head Will bob like Celestin Miss, naive here'es a weapon Get your momma sister to do me at once Don't forget the champagne The ketchup the Neiz not Hunts ketchup so you can catchup To the stunts a blunt like weed My squaws exceed those of Prince And ever since he made Graffiti Bridge I was developing this Purple Rain one man kind of skit I wanna pop nuff sh**, peace