Ey yo man, my labelmate Don Newkirk Man step to him Thanks Serch! And now for the Prime Minister Sinister Pete N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice! Nice Nice Nice Kick 'em in the grill Pete! Verse One: Pete Nice Gas, past tense, made facially 3rd Bass'll express,
The great will always soar, above, the mediocre They create, while others destroy [Pete Nice] Never had a wasted mind, had the time Erectin rhyme I cause gifted lines The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets Swings of things, observed in my socke
Antoine, Antoine's got something here Roll that window We have to turn around because I want to shoot you Park the limousine, in front of the swamp Then I want to shoot you dauncing on the limousine With the swamp in the background It looks like you'
"3rd place is everything C'mon, I'll show you" Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where I'm movin to Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin you Light-skinned, steps into the picture Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your Hand around waist,
"At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M." * about a dozen alarm clocks and grandfather clocks go off * [MC Serch] Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite Point us to the center stage (I'll grab the first mic) Projectin the voice
[Mc Serch singing throughout] But my balls itch!! *Laughter* Oooooooooh! Dedicated to my man, Pete Nice, knahmsayin? *Laughter* Oahhhh I got.. Ha hahahah! *Uncontrollable laughter* Oahhhhhhh, when I was a little baby Little baby boy, hooooh! A little
Here's my advice to all amateurs planning to give a performance Speak up, and keep the act moving Servin' the role, a sole step-child Talk of C-C or keep sleepin' While wakin' up to noise of third B-A-S-S, Bass Success is butter for Serch's space Spo
Let's all sing, pop goes the weasel Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel I see the empty pocket needs a refill I got a squad with a list of complainers I should have started rape, rappers against phony entertainers So we can make it known