Speak Ya Clout

Dirty rotten scoundrel and my name is J. Dirty dirty rotten scoundrel and my name is J. Dirty dirty rotten scoundrel and my name is J. Dirty dirty rotten scoundrel and... Last year, record companies were chucking me But now like chicks they all keep up on me And me is so horny I hate them like a groupie Touch off my hat Lost my dick And keep it movin Showing and improving on a day to day basis I'm in New York and a million different places State to state Country to country My skills are a legend In this style of poetry I paid my dues to this gang and my mother East New York, Hots It gets no rougher Baby, pop up and puff and booter And rock since 85 Before the fake mother fucker Started perpetrating live vibes Achieved That's what makes this world go round The kids arrive the A train And get mad beat So when we bang bang boogie I jumps my boots up Chicks comes in flocks When D.R.S. rocks glocks But not me is all done with the modern neutralized suckers Because I'm out real live I could go on for days Beating out my clap So baby grab snatch the mike And show the mother fucker, hah. Dub, dub, I saw the flip Dub, dub, I saw the flip Dub, dub, I saw the flip But that remained sick... You can't hide from gaol But you can hide from the street Play with dudes, get beat When you walk in the East You need example from underground Made a public denial I'm flapping ground to ground But we'll make it So all right Ain't nothing change But the weather Brainstorming, whatever You put a forty on the ground For the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow As you walk through the ghetto And they said he couldn't do it Till the shit hit the fan Last year I was the man Rippin up every jam So it's your hobby, nothing serious But things get rougher I'm set for muggin a tyke A bit of spunk is enough For little grab respect But for that he gets slapped Gets a finely equipped mob Got well organized Makes the chicks say hi And the brothers say ho You can't tell a mother fucker What to do with his life Niggers attend to his trial So I react with the mike It's the end of the time So I go to get mine Hey, yo, what's your funk You and me in the Apple We judge him before we get involved in it Belly ache? I'll just kick it Hey yo son If the A. guru starts to flip it Hurl with my 385 shot I bust a bummer clot He talks double knot So him shall drop I got the clout All you pussy rappers Be out From the ghetto I let go Shit to make you petro Watch them fly Nigger show you how to run asshole You know the mother fucker situation So get down get down With the Gang Starr foundation Now I'm going to touch on reality Jumps can't fuck with me And all the honeys be loving me My style beat Kicking crazy but Wannabes on their knees Licking crazy butt You're girl pays me But ain't no need to try and stop her I'm big popper Stuff your girl Then I'll drop her Cause she be working On my nerves And I got more game Than the bitch got curves I'm like Dad Beano Slick head honcho Real kid Ready to wreck mikes pronto And I know I'll break your back with my rap Like smack Because I'm all that So next time When you're wishing for my tail, folk I'm going to come back and trail you With stupid lyrics Relative to a bloodbath And stay the fuck out my path...