Verse 1:(MURS)I grab the mic like my name was on itand spit the fly game that get the ladies goini'm a superfly southern California emceemakin earthquakes shake and shake destiny(Slug)I'm like X, Y, and Z, i stick by the back doorlet it go free, that's what the track's formy jobbie-job is rock a partytaught ya mommy to karaoke loddie-doddie(MURS)We blowin up, but the flow is so roughthat them mainstream suckas won't notice usbut so what, who gives a damn?'bout to change the whole world wit this mic in my hand(Slug)yea, make ya stand up, big and tallpitch the ball, and i promise i'ma hit it y'alland when it falls, i'll be around the basesmy clothes in a suitcase, my phone and some toothpaste(MURS)this is my life(Slug)i'm runnin this show(MURS)everybody in the place just lose control(Slug)turn out the lights(MURS)so we can see y'all glow(Slug)throw ya hands in the air if you know you got soulVerse 2:(Slug)And it grows, and it buildsuntil it kills from the pills, bills and drum fillsfree will, spin or sit stilleverybody just tryin to feel somethin real(MURS)Deep down we reach down to teach clownshow to rip it, how to rock it when the beat poundssweet sounds burnin bright throught the speakerwhile i'm lookin for a chick in nice jeans and tight sneakers(Slug)We the kings of fuckin ya queens upyou can mean mug, i just want the green stuffout in Boise, set the voice freeup in Omaha, we make em all noisy(MURS)Out in Utah, bringin you the truth y'alltalkin Salt Lake all the way to Sioux Fallsand while these fiends on the scene do nothingwe do damage and make it mean something(Slug)if you feel this shit(MURS)put a smile on ya face(Slug)get ya ass on the floor and burn down this place(MURS)now if ya filthy rich(Slug)or ya minimum wage(MURS)let me hear ya make some noise if ya just got paidVerse 3:(MURS)And when the cops come, tell them fools 'stop frontin'this is our world y'all don't run nothindon't reach for ya wallet cause you might get shotscreamin 'justice and peace!' til the casket drops(Slug)Ha, we can't stop, naw, it's not an optionso put ya hands up, you are now rockin witthe blessed, so make it messyabout to break the levee, cause the party stays ready(MURS)now if ya rich and famous, or broke and seductiveMURS and Slug the wrong crew for you to fuck witbrainstorm, couldn't hold the flow in bucketsa flash flood warning, don't press ya luck, kid(Slug)Uh-huh, North American characterswhen i'm on stage it's in my nature to embarrass yathe pair of us wanna share the rushnow put two up if you care too much, now(MURS)i love my job(Slug)i'm puttin in work(MURS)all the ladies in the crowd, let he hear y'all flirt(Slug)FELT don't stop(MURS)diggin up the dirt(Slug)peace to anybody who's got a 2Pac shirt
