Watch Yo Nuggets

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

Chill and relax, I'm back in effect

Yes, I'm Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette

Yes, I'm spoiled, rich like topsoil

Still loyal, still the MC Grand Royal

I'm still dope, I'm still no joke

I don't care, I'm still wild like Tone Lōc

I'm swift, AKA a black stallion

Fat herringbone with no medallion, hello

I still got the same funk flow

And, yo, I still get busy like Arsenio

When I rock, I need all the girls with me

So I can be their baby tonight like Whitney

Houston, producing a style that make a smile

To make you say, "ooh, child"

Bust a sketch, the picture, frame it

Hall of fame it, hang it, so no one can claim it

I rule, brung my style from the boon docks

Now my shit pump in the boombox

Yo, Red, my ears are ringin'

I can hear some girl singin'

Hey, Erick Sermon

Hey, uh

Rock the mic, honey, I love the way you sway

Plus, I have a crush, you drive me crazy

I replied, "Hm, slow down, baby", uh

I'm ill, smooth as Johnny Gill

Gill, my, my, my, I pack skill

So back off, softy, here's an ice cream cone

Put down the microphone

Thank you, right about now I'm through

I'm ghost like Casper, see you

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

Funky-fresh in the flesh, the Sooperman grand slams a new twist

Scoop this, Redman is milk like two tits

I stay freshly dipped with the nine

And a clip on my hip, money grip, no bullshit

I tick-tack on small cracks, I'm all that to fall, Black

My jaw snap with raps so, um, get the balls, Jack

Flavor like Flav, plus I'm well-paid

Own a maid with a blade, mack daddy of the decade

At a slow rate, I sparkle like Colgate

My dick's named Machete, I stab much hoecake

I don't have a car, but own a pair of Reeboks

It gets me where I'm going until my damn feet stops

On and on like a switch, bust the mix

Jam, oops, I turn up the pitch

To make me boom to zoom with the tune

To make the cow jump back over the moon

It's Reggie Noble, yeah, I'm feelin kinda so-so

I dog you like Toto, make Rudolph nose glow

Right out of sight with the type of hype

To make you say, um, uh, "dyn-o-mite!"

Chiller, chiller than the Ice on Vanilla

I kill more kills than the 'quils from tequila

I'm down with the green-eyed brother named Erick

Charlie, how you rate this? (Hm, ten like Bo Derek)

I'm deeper than a valley, peace to Cool V and Sally

PMD, my man Solo and I'm Audi

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that?

When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets

Why must I feel like that? (A master of the beatdown, my style's rugged)