Don't Fight The Intro

Say, hoe...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front Cause I got a new tape and it's full of bumps So roll you raps over they all out-dated Too , baby, comin' straight x-rated Oakland funk is all on this tape You heard seven get ready for eight That's right, bitch, said eight of them Don't belive me? Start countin' while I name them Don't stop rappin' Girl, that's your life Talkin' about smokin' that gla*s-pipe Players? was the wickedest And that's the realler But I still came hard on coke-dealers Raw, uncut & x-rated? 'born to mack? life is...too ? is where I first went platinum dog's in the house? came next And the pimp? makes seven, bitch... And it don't stop to the beat, baby... Get in where you fit in, bitch!