Flute Loop

I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?!

Give it up and you don't quit
Like that y'all pop some more shit

So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off tracks that I kick and give it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash and (nah)
You know I'm mad spunky and I'm making cash

Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein and I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to 60 wins like my man Pat Ewing

Like gettin' shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that go to the depths of the soul
Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation

Uh, uh, check it out
Uh, leave it out

A little wine with my dinner so I'm the Grape Ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape
'Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button
And then I get my fill and now you can't say nothin'

More soul on this train than Don Cornelius
Got the mad subwoofer pumpin' bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
The wires hitting switches connecting at the junction

Robert Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his shit and you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in SD50's 'til the early morning

Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation