Spaghetti Junction

Yes, yes

Elope, ski slopes

Damn

Yeah, check it out

**** elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches

Tooting like it's cool, you's a fool and I can't just

Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame

My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain

When it starts to fall

Looking like Miss Pac-Man, hammers and vogues and cat-man

I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man

The **** the B-I-G is high and fly like Value Jet

You thinking about the beating, this my ends is never met, ****

Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke

Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch

And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes

Yeah, they kick a ****'s door down

'Cause it ain't no dope on the streets

A quarter pound of feet weed is all a **** like me need

Talking about that Southern Sess', ****, you all up in that mess

But never shall you test and never shall you quit

Running up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothing but dead, ****

Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction)

Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction)

To all you players, play your brims, and you hustlers, chrome your rims

'Llac and pimps and macks, I love the corners that you bend

Y'all, yes, yes, uh (Junction, junction)

Check it, well I'm drinking on 'gnac while I'm dipping off in that 'Llac

The junkies around my way are always smoking up on that crack

Be laying them College Park hoes flat on they backs

Living the life of pimps, steadily making this paper stack

**** don't understand the master plan, crumble your herb, man

Till they start kicking the door in, then we ready to blast

Them Out like Kast, we 'bout to crash

So mayday, may Dré, knock 'em up off they ass, boy

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those

People got, we forgot, they always gonna keep a plot

Right up they sleeve, you won't believe

They deceive like weak thieves

Can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too

So gimme me, and then I'm straight

As eight-oh-five, see, blindfolds can't cover three eyes

We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know

Heaven is the only good life, so what you striving for?

Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction)

Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction)

To all you players, play your brims, and you hustlers, chrome your rims

'Llac and pimps and macks, I love the corners that you bend

Y'all, yes, yes, uh

Check this shit out though

Well, wet like flip-flops and football socks

A **** be rocking the mic like birthdays

Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?

I'm calling your ass a flop, pimp yapping about this crew you run with

Bankhead bouncing to that dumb shit

So what more can you come with?

Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us

They can come and pick up little slang, but cannot see us

You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my Adidas

So run like DMC, is me and, no, don't got no heater

Well, we zipping around the corner in that golden stinking Lincoln

I got my heat up under my seat, just in case these youngsters try to take it

Pulling the pistol on another black man was never the plot

But sometimes my brothers lose they-selves and try to take my spot

They come like black stallions in the night

Usually around four or five, that's when they figure the time is right

When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen them

With my own eyes, here they come over the hill, surprise

Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home (In the junction, in the junction)

Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce (Junction, junction)

To all you players, play your brims, and you hustlers, chrome your rims

'Llac and pimps and macks, I love the corners that you bend

Y'all, yes, yes, uh (Junction, junction)