Understandable Smooth.mp3

For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones

Immaculate conception, like the black Madonna in mangers
My crew consists of millionaires, failures and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman
Then I'm creepin' out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty-nine states, bounce, rock, skate
Similar to movin' weight out of state
Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, I bury
You cockroaches (Dead and stankin')
Stompin' on bustas like Kirk Franklin
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? (But of course)
Still screamin', "Behold a pale horse"
Watch my flame turn green like the Promethean torch
Pay no child support when me and my mic divorce
Some of y'all cats in the game look confused
With your butterfly collars and your crocodile shoes
(Gotta pay dues, Street Crew) You know it's off the hook when
031 Is gangbangin' in Brooklyn

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all my live ones, not my shook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Uh, music to drive by

I puff the blackened mouth, cruisin' on the Harley (Flickin' asses)
Givin' crazy barheads the finger like Bob Marley
Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word
See, ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords
Uncle Sam wanna play me on small
All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies
Yeah, maybe, but a lot of po-po is racist
They keep a brother fightin' federal cases (You know?)
Sick of gettin' the short end of the stick, so I sharpened it
And stuck Ron Goldman
If ain't nothin' wrong, somethin' just ain't right
Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics
See, I'm fat, my shit is more John Blaze than that
I got John Blaze shit, and they not resp— I mean, recognizin' it
Fuck that, who is you to be askin' me questions?
Bustin' caps in '98, exposin' niggas' intestines

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all my live ones, not the shook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Music to drive by, ain't nothin' sweet

Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture, trick
But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the (Damn)
Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip
With a pop feel appeal to it, I'm so for real to it
I cream it, wet dream it
Supported like a Wonder Bra when I bust like Cleveland
F a spotlight, I rock three-quarter top Nikes
On the handlebars of the homie beach cruiser bike
Fifty thousand dollar warrant, just us, no peace
No bail, no release, from Inglewood court
South of La Brea, ten east to the pen' (Handcuffed)
I should've jumped off the roof like Mack 10
We hate the funny styles with the chokers 'round they neck
Flossin' nappy chest hairs and a sequined vest
Ras Kassanova, Don Juan the phenomenon
You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all my live ones, not the shook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Uh, music to drive by
To all my live ones, not the shook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with"
Music to drive by