You representin'? It better be M A G Or niggaz gon' get mad and never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's
with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and
want you so much, and it's all good It's all good, baby I'm trying to tell you boy, that it's good It's all good, it's all good, baby baby baby Ohh,
and don't give a fuck what it's costing Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock
's up? Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool Nah, they know what time it is but you know for those Who don't know, I think it's time that we
and on and on Check it out, check it out, to the break of, break of dawn Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to
lucky so here's your end friend I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice the newer to the new not the old spice mind over matter it's got a true-school-
like a hoe, so here's a solo Aiyyo, play it again Polo Here's a fellow, sayin hello, Polo, mellow P-O-L-O, shake em like Jell-o Sonny you're funny like
and flight Let my lead strike and sever your life Leaving you red and wet in the night Head bite from infrared sight Cock back, squeeze and let it ignite
somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets, never run to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
' Suckers that be yappin' won't think that this'll happen Yo, MCs, all wannabe Kanes and Chuck Ds, skeeze, Fs, Gs Rock Shantes, Ks, L M N O Ps hit the
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
Your boogie man yankin' up your covers Sharper than some new box cutters on Parkay's and butters And Stevie Wonder's to make you run and tell the others The beat lovers and
off that's bizarre (WHAT!!!) They movin with no crib and no car BAM!!! BAM!!! Homes I go so hard And hit you with lines of how your O.R. Good with seein
me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down
about 5 years on me Run! Scared to death, runnin' like I got bears on me Run! My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me Run! It's hard for me
it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P L O T K O every day Dance hall General, party
bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this Cracklin hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, Laugh, and pop shit Reader's digest, passed my book to l. ron