an old folks home We raise the low tone till the speaker's blown Overloaded to the max, song one to the final track On ten and eleven is a spinal tap
cars Like motherfuckin' pizza for years While you get all yours from Sears What nigga even my guns be German Links, Cuban, rugs, Persian Now we can take this another level
The name fits cause your all up on it Get mad if you want, I won't front When it's time to hump, won't be no punk Roll your ass over and tap the butt
teams, skim big c.r.e.a.m., then I tap my brim Tell yo man to take a seat when he bleeds with heated ears That heavy level Break opinion, dominion, got
it way she does it (Do you got to be right) Take you to the next level, word is bond (at all times?) Papa luv it, I take you to the next level baby, I
telephone, tell a friend Tell a lie about where she's been Send a pigeon, send a fax Write it on a post-it pad Send a signal up in smoke Tap it out in
cooked was mines Niggas wanna act fly, we forced to hit 'em up (and we just sold y'all a brick in code, so nigga what). Chorus (Both) Bullets from the chrome, Feds tap
right here Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap
on the real feel I'm stayin' on the level, stayin' mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello! Being keyed doing a high-speed, but still don't tap the
up next to mine Wake her ass up, tap her one more time No more baby sleepin', but she don?t mind Yeah, she's ghetto But she keeps a nigga level Even
Uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, I know y'all like this one Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon Yo, you all niggas will never see my level Rap so hot, I slap box with the devil Tap
with the reruns Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit
matter how many they'll go as easy as just one Bust one round in the air for this here 'cause this year suckers are going no where 'cause my strret style and intelligence level
level when it comes to this, cats swung and missed Strapped under this, raps hungriest, top soloist, hopped over this Cheap imitations try, couldn't find an ice pop colder bitch Wires get tap
kind of track that make the comeback miraculous the catalyst, Thought with the knack for splashin' I'm dashin' I mastered the craft of mashin' The level
Control the soul and you got a got a Truck fulla fertilizer blowin? up the spot Think it?s terrorism the borderline?s hot Check the passports tap the
short/ Snatch out the beast, leave out the sidedoor! It gets crush, they say you gotta have it unless Dust to dust just happened and a mortician must tap