I be like itchy gitchy ya ya
For that sticky icky ganja
All you micky ficky zha zhas
Yo You're such a GaBORE
I slap whores like rent a cops
Then pitch this hip a hop
Till I itch like chicken pox
And I'm sick to the core

Uh

She got them melons but they cant-elope
So spittin was just the antidote
Fufilling every living feeling
That she couldnt ignore
She swore
he had her buckin like an antelope