* credited to Luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title
Intro: Luke
Yo, it`s a fucked-up thing! I gotta bring Kid N` Play on this motherfuckin`
album here, two pussy punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what I`ma do
is I`ma go get last year`s rookie of the year, JT Money of Poison Clan,
this year`s rookie of the year, Bustdown - yo, Bustdown, kick some of
that West Bank shit on these fuck niggas!!
Verse 1: Bustdown
Well, I`m first up as a rhyme conveyor
Luke Records in the house for the payback, player
Kid N` Play can suck a dick! Get me a mic and a 40
And let a real nigga wreck shit
To me you`re walking on a tightrope. Instead of tryin`
To be real, you`re steady sweatin` them white folks
Keep runnin` your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You`ll get your asshole whipped out!
Then I`ma play you to the back seat
`Cause I`m runnin` more game than a track meet athlete
As if you didn`t know, huh, you`re dealing
With a West Bank dicksman, hoe
But anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver
Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin`, my nigga
`Cause if you don`t, well you`ll keep gettin dissed on
And if I see you at a show and you`re slippin`, you`re gettin` pissed on!
Chorus (4x):
[What about Kid N` Play?]
[Wick-wick-wack!]
Verse 2: JT Money
Now for starters, with Kids I don`t Play
`Cause y`all some fuck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway
JT i the house, niggas, check it
Tryin` to diss my nigga Luke to sell your wack record?
Let me talk about the Kid. I remember
Some ol` coochie-nigga shit you did
When we was up in New York
You was followin` Luke, talkin` `bout, We gotta talk!
On that man`s dick, got your ass wide
Open and you`re talkin` that bullshit
Both movies, I boo `em, `cause you had hoes,
But you wasn`t stickin` pipe to `em
Thought they was fantastic. But through the
Whole fuckin` movie, Kid was gettin` his ass kicked
And `bout that other nigga Play - He needs to
Get dissed `cause he`s a punk nigga anyway
Be `round here kissin` hoes, while I`m dissin` hoes
And stabbin `em with fishin` poles
You need to try to lay pipe in `em
Oh, I forgot - punks don`t like women
Now you`re tryin` to diss somebody
At Jack the Rapper, you was hangin` `round Luke`s parties
Now you`re outta gas, with two motherfuckin`
Punk-haters on yo` ass, JT and Bustdown
Now let`s see you hoe niggas get tough now
Get the rubbers out your ass, dick-suckers!
...and fuck them pussy motherfuckers.
Chorus
Verse 3: Bustdown
Now let me put my boy Kid in his place
With them wick-wack rhymes soundin` like Rob Base!
`Cause if I have to come tag that ass,
I`ma max, wax, tax and drag that ass!
I get sharp like a ice pick
I`m on a hype tip, holdin` mic tight as a vice grip
You couldn`t deal with the concept
I`m collected and calm, but on the mike I`m a bomb threat
So motherfuckers get real
I got a heart like gold and a dick like steel
You wanna diss, punk? Please!
You got a flat top thicker than commodity cheese!
Luke left it up to me and JT
To take it from the bottom to the T-O-P
I seen your second House Party; it figures:
Two House Parties for two house-ass niggas!
Outro: Luke
Two house motherfuckin` niggas. Do y`all niggas know what a house
nigga is? A house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. Who cleans
the master`s ass, who cleans behind the master, who wash the master`s
ass. Y`all house niggas. I`ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in Miami.
That`s why y`all niggas can`t understand us, y`all fuck-niggas talkin` too
much shit, y`all niggas better watch what you sayin` `cause y`all fuck-
niggas, y`all don`t know, y`all get fucked up here. Yo, check this out -
Miami is closed to y`all niggas. Y`all barred. Y`all can`t come here no
more, fuck-niggas. Y`all can`t sell no more records here. And if all real
niggas in the world is real like us, y`all don`t buy them fuck-niggas` shit
no more. `Cause they ain`t shit. Pussy punk-ass niggas.
