[SPM]  I ain't got the last two sentences to this verse    [Grimm]  Then just freestyle it    [SPM]  Alright, I can do that    [First Verse (SPM):]    Bring it back, drop the top on the 'Lac  Screw put the tap on the wet Fatback  Got the black gat, can't come wack  'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap  Now they call me up, all on nuts  Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks  Sippin' on Dom Perigion  Five, six songs and my ass is gone  Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone  See if my boy Baby Beesh is home  From San Anton to the Astrodome  Smoke weed with Cheech, and hash with Chong  Two A.M. sunglasses on  "Twice last night", that's my nastiest song  Now it's on, ask my T. Jones  Seem like the whole World on my ding-dong    [Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]    [Baby Beesh]  Take two hits and pass it on to you...    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Fill my swimmin' pool up with some brew    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Second Verse (SPM):]    Well I'm S-P-Mex in the place to be  And I went to Bedrock University  I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich  I chill with the real and I won't never switch  Jump out the bed, come from the head  Last name Flintstone, first name Fred  My low-low, hop like a pogo  Walkin' down the yellow brick road with a dog named Toto  Run from no one cuz I might get a cramp  Ten dollar stone for bout twenty food stamps  Money ain't happiness, y'all some fools  Your baby's brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels    [Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]    [Baby Beesh]  Smokin', chokin' on PePe LePew...    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Make a dollar bill turn into two....    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Third Verse (SPM):]    You wanna play with the S, ha?  Twenty-five on my dresser  White tank-top, Dickie's from fiesta  Slow and low, here we go  Doin' the impossible  Jam rock & roll  Exotic cold  I done lost my high a lil' while ago  Put away your gun, have some fun  Not no star, but I'm stabbin' one  A stallion, saddle up the horses  My Gal gorgeous, I bought a fortress  Two divorces and only lost a Corvette  My third wife, STILL ain't born yet  No sweat, I relax in Houston  I'm the one that went gold, with no distribution  Rhymin', now them hoes mine and  Your boy went from muthafuckin' dimes to diamonds    [Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]    [Baby Beesh]  Drop my top and pick up DJ Screw    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Show my love, I'll show it back to you...    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Tell your kid to stay his ass in school...    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Step on stage and act just like a fool...    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two    [SPM]  Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do    [Baby Beesh]  Say Homeboy you stepped in Doggy-Doo  Go outside and please wash off your shoe    [SPM]  Say Grimm, roll another Baby dick and let's get high, fa sho!    [laughter until track ends]