Verse One: Chino XL Ras Kass    You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me?    I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first    white pussy    But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid    Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd    Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale    by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail    You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's    death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another    breath    'cause, I write the songs like Barry Manilow    I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D'Angelo    Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately    He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad    Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet    in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic    It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic    Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics    to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids    Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett    Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself    Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics    Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets    Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular    Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular    but not quite yet perpendicular    Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso    I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin    Comprehend, we bend men from within    Chorus: Chino, Ras    Your strength in numbers couldn't hit    The yellow nigga from the Gravity click    You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit    You're fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics    Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist    Lay back and watch your idols get ripped    Yo signify if your crew roll thick    (Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!!    Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL    I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude    Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused    The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing    Without Jermaine Dupri I'm SoSoDef that I need closed captions    Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict    the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your    bench    My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel    Praise the yellow God or I'ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal    Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts    Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera    Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable    Take you out like Saafir took out Casual    So check the milk that Jersey made    I turn artistic children bilingual    On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko    So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer    While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like    Richard Gere    Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL    Bitch ass niggaz what see?    I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold    Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold    Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials    At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio    No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T    Makes me high in intelligence quotient    I drop facts like attache    Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru's enema    What's the secret within my esophagus    is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous    I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous    Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies    similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries    You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack    Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's behind when she was a small    child    Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks    Chino X sparks, mad urban    I ain't scared to put the things that going around me    on tape like Mark Fuhrman    Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often    And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan!    Chorus    Outro: Chino    Uhh, yeah    Uhh, signify, uhh    Uhh, check it out, uhh    West coast, uhh, East coast, what?    West coast, East coast    West, uhh, East, ahh    Uhh, that nigga Ras, that nigga Chino    The nigga bird, yo that shit is large