3-Minute Rule

I stay up all night I go to sleep watchin' Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking so fly inside your B.M.W. I got lucky I brought home the kitten Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the tool Doo wa diddy and bust with the pre-roll Customs jailed me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed I'm outta your back door I'm into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and you're mother Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna' do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know why a you see H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota def girls that'll do anything A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan Yea I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick Girl you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes You got fancy things their going up your nose You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood with yo sorry charlie Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker. You slipin' you slackin' cause you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack you clock me and you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac Poetry in motion coconut lotion Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Cause I'm on your mind It's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out ya'll, a PCP song out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out... "Waa."