Velveeta — текст песни (Esham)

I feel sorry for your mother
Bruce Wayne, down the way
East W

I be the dude that can`t get up in vails with the Rockports
I`m outside with th pipe and the ride
The big 5-O the pimp and the yo
Pumpin` with Master P and not DeAngelo
The radio disc jock, sarakhana
Goin` off wet and marijuana
The unholy, yo yeah it`s me
Straight from the D, so who wants a ki?
I`ll split the wig of a dirty pig
Made a deal with the devil and I won`t renig
When in Cleveland I`m in the valley down the way
Hustlin` everyday drinkin` Tanger-A
You might see me with Paul Paul or my dude Day-Day
How`s about some remmie, don`t be rude bay-bay
From Detroit to Cleveland, my 75 I was beamin`
Yoca Cola shoppin` OZ choppin`
This is for the hustlers who be real with they grind
Makin` more cheese than rats see in a lifetime
I just want to clock cash and rock the mic
I walked on water in Cleveland and then I shine like sunlight
I bust in Atlanta didn`t let `cha slide
Underground, Bruce Wayne, known nationwide
See I tell ya some of these rappers in the game ain`t it
Some of these nappy head clowns can`t afford an outfit
What you sayin` boy, you wanna get with me?
Big cheddar, melt little cheese

(CHORUS)(4x)
Still ain`t velveeta to me

I be the microphone master, crashin` your party
Clownin` up in veils, drunk with Bacardi
You better get your girl because I`m thristy about it
And if you think I hit that, yo don`t doubt it
I steal all them bigs in your hood on the regular
Million dollar playa we get money, I keep tellin` ya
I don`t give a hoot if your girl don`t dance
I always wear Adidas screamin` fuck your man
Yo it`s E, Bruce Wayne, unholy, it`s E
I`m down with Mobide and Masta M-I-N-D
Coppin` the corner ki, from the dealin` Cleveland I flee
Bustin` shots at my enemy, but you brothers ain`t it to me