You sober up punk   I do it high   I'm ridin' the wave in the ...(?)   Baby you turnin' me on   And when you turnin' me off   I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross      I'm shippin' birds with no wings   All over seas   And other people cop em at the hottest degrees      I keep money for bail   Because I never liked jail   And I study A-plus student at Yale      They say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven   Smokin' weed up in heaven   Born on 3/11      Tigas and gods   Liquor and bomb   I look to my pad like the holy kerhan      I'm shippin' birds with no wings   All over seas   I put em where they never heard raps like these      I rhyme like calico cats   And two loaded gats   Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' with that?      I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks   Call me a Mack truck with no brakes   Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes   And get into anybody in any other state      Grand wizard(?) baby, look at what I done   We used to sex in ya basement now I'm number one   With no desire   I'm throwin' gasoline on the fire   I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer      Spin cycle   It's sumthin' like a wash and dry   And I be speakin' to my P.O with a serious lie      You know the Matador   The replican, the guillotine   The money, the dope   Homie, the triple beam      Melody's soft but is heavy as weights   We got the snottiest freaks   With the sexiest face      You better poka-bang-bang   A chica-chica-chill   A tumble down the hill   Like Jack and Jill      We say spin around broke witch   Bust a ballerina   I pro blow when Mark with Marina      It's time   Tiga I was bred to grind   ‘N your zodiac sign   N' up in the minds   Man, the killa whale of hell   Yell, strikin' down bail   Wet you with the water   Smack you with my tail      Shit,   I'm shippin' birds over seas   ...(?)   The number one Pisces   Shit,   It's me