we tackle rhymes like your life lays time   we trying to get enough    we gotta fill up   before it's all gone the song remains on   until the beat stops never mind no need to remind   you know who we be   yo it's the capital G's   putting the P's in hip hop   saying hi to the ho's who wear hardly any clothes   he is looking at you   watching you watching me the incredible MC   chicks call me mikey [why's that?] cause I like   they stare when I'm digging it and know they wanna try   they like the way I rap   they like the way I chill   couple hours in a conversation show em how I thrill   I'm a one minute man I lick it then split it   empty it out fill it in like the blank   and I'm out big Mike that's right give em something they can feel   yo I'm the top-ranked chief on the wheels of steel   I walk the streets of LA    and feel comfortable   me and the homie make music and they come in with bull   so next time you got a rhyme that's blazing hot   throw it away    people under to save the day      sometimes it aint timed, sometimes it cant be   this time we kick back and letcha conscious be free   the music is playing loud and we never haveta leave we never gotta leave [we never gotta leave...]      beautiful brown skin lady ya move something   montego bay style    smile from the caribbean isle   no fronting while we pumping the beat   audiophiles that jump in like I light up the seat   with the complete file   scooters and 45s the palm trees red stripe nights the calm breeze   the type to relax ease back to conceive wax and contact the origin of habitat   two cats making fat it's like that   with a rap similar to a pi-ti-pat of a cat   walking the roof to make it back to the truth   I dig crates    for the late great existence of black plates   to booming the eighths on the floor thinking you want more   leaving my mark like a doc mart on a wood floor   it's good for the soul like dinner witcha moms   people under the stairs the duo who drop bombs   snares laid back like armchairs hit the beach I'm outta reach   so play my CD and let it teach the recipe   half beatrocka half tivity (?)   walk a fresh breath control like binaca      sometimes it aint timed, sometimes it cant be   this time we kick back and letcha conscious be free   the music is playing loud and we never haveta leave we never gotta leave [we never gotta leave...]