I Gotta Get Mine Yo!

Check it out...<br><br>Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone<br><br>The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines<br>With lyrics that thrills like my dillz<br>Take it on the Grilled Cheese tour, then I drop it<br>Don`t care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna jock it<br>Take her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking<br>Leave my door open so the niggaz can come peak in<br>Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out with the hopes<br>they can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin notes<br>Here comes my kid, here comes my kid (ahhhhh)<br>But I caught him in the rubber lid, huh<br>Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go gotta go<br>The hoe is in a coma so I tippy tippy toe<br>Walkin in the dark (tripped) slipped on my shoe<br>(Arrrrgh!! Ohh shit!!) [Tone is that you?]<br>Damn, more fornication<br>Puba take the mic cuz I`m here for the duration<br><br>Verse Two: Grand Puba<br><br>Before I get this wreck I usually start with a 40<br>But forties are no more cuz now I`m drinkin 64`s<br>Call on Grand Puba, Chubb Rock if you want it done<br>Hon spread the 411 as if her name was Kaity Chung<br>Into devil bashing, always stay in fashion<br>Love maxing and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion<br>As a shorty I kept some dice I banked on seven or eleven<br>Cuz my pops had it hard similar to James Evans<br>Now shit flipped, I`m on the hip-hop<br>To the beat you don`t stop, rock on!<br>I kick the new type of lingo, hit the spot that`ll tingle<br>Make the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the single<br>My simple task is to make you shake that ass<br>on the quick fast, and to make it last<br>It`s just three men at Chung King getting busy<br>We`ve come a long way since Kunta Kintizzy<br>and you don`t stop, rock on<br>Chubb Rock flip the script cuz I`m gone<br><br>Verse Three: Chubb Rock<br><br>Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo, hurrah<br>I jumped up upon the mic with the Chubbster, Tone, plus the Pu-ba<br>Intricately go far<br>Chillin in the mansion, nuff fashion (ahhh)<br>Relax, and dig into the track and react<br>I want a Martin Luther riff cuz I don`t like to pack my iron<br>Watchin kids on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin<br>Test and I commence, to firing<br>One two three shots and then I tune the black watch<br>Reclean my cylinder and then I grab my crotch<br>and squeeze, the testes and then I grab my wood and cup it<br>Oh there goes the nut I just busted<br>Get myself together, cuz I`m the man<br>I knew it, I wanted to do a duet with the Grand<br>Mystic ruler took the 40 out of the cooler<br>Now we`re rippin the track, we shoulda did one sooner<br>And then we roll up on the groove field assist the team<br>And now I`m straighter than 9:15<br>Get a little dough for this three man skit<br>I`ll end the jam with a curse<br><br>Uhh, umm fuck?<br>Or is it damn? Or what?<br><br>SHIT. And slide out of the vocal booth and get a dollar Chung King soda<br>Grand Puba, Tone, plus now we`re over and we`re out