Music first
Grand Puba, step up front
Ahh, Milk Dee, step up front
A Priority Posse, step up front
To my mom and my dad, step up front
Uhh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon
Yeah baby c'mon, uh, c'mon

(Verse One)
Let's discuss this, listen while I bust this
It's from the K, so hey you can trust this
rhyme ritual rap my rap spiritual
Pumpin and jumpin, from the max to the minimum
I don't moan and groan, I take it on
For floozies I bone I just leave 'em alone
I need a clear head in order for me to win it
So baby, "Hold up, hey! Wait a minute!"

Uhh, yeah, uhh, c'mon
Yeah baby c'mon now, uhh, c'mon

(Verse Two)
On the square, I'm not riffin like Andy Griffith
Just fed up, goin head up, with competition
Don't excluse or place no restriction
Gotta qualify to be in my jurisdiction
Razzle, dazzle, burn you to a frazzle
Soon you say you don't need the hassle
I'm too hard to be soft, too loud to be a duck
And if you are well then look tough luck
It's not your world so don't work at no resentment
Tryin to front on a three-hour rap segment
I'm the one so fuck your attitude
I got a chip on my shoulder, plus I'm in a bad mood
You're huffin, puffin, bluffin for nothin
Come out your face, word is bond I hurt somethin
Rockin your knot, puttin a wop in your bop
Hittin the spot, just like an insulin shot
So whassup Hobbes? I'm all in it
"Hold up, hey! Wait a minute!"

Yeah, uhh, yeah baby c'mon
Uh, c'mon

(Verse Three)
Well uhh, boom batter, sissies don't matter
Sorry homeboy my pockets is gettin fatter