(bene)
Dávam denne so Snoopom giny s džúsom.
Áno, tu som kráľom!
Fresh jak Ice T, viem, že tamtí fakturanti
v šuštiakoch nie sú OG´s! Bo ten pravý
OG mi doplnil slovník, vieš bro?
Shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, whore!
A ak učiteľ nie je z Boogie Down,
tak mi môže vieš čo, že musím učiť sa!
A políciu jebem!
Povedali mi to chlapci z LA.
A Guru zas, že mostly the voice,
ja len dúfam, že nezačuje môj.
Poznám storky chudobných a nebezpečných.
Sú to homiez, bo som doma denne s nimi.
Z bední to jebe, v hlave to jebe, to jebem!
Igen, anyuka, vacsora kész? Már megyek!

(lyrik)
Nie je nič také jak polovičný vykuk,
tak kukám Yo! MTV Raps ako taký puk.
Poznám vrahov z Queensu a som drsný,
vyhnaný z domu Ice-Tím po domácej invázii.
Ale na sídlisku väčší chlapci mastia nás (shit),
som na nich Too Short a tak musím prášiť,
tak aspoň na úteku nabíjam svoj lyrický shotgun, haha,
ratatata, kokoti, aj Kool G Rap, aj s ním sa poznám.
“Bozaj ma v riť, ujo policajt” si šepkám, aj keď mi lepí,
bo vo vrecku tráva v krčme "šťára", rapy.
Predstavujem si jak utekám, jak ma postrelia
a Slick Rick ma pomstí, potom sa budím v posteli, ja
som zamračený jak Ice Cube, jak napiču počasie,
keď dávam headbang ponad školské lavice, jebe to
von z kaziet. A na úteku s K Solo a Ghetto Boys
a z trávy prááásk... moja myseľ hrá triky na mňa.

(ceschi)
Loddy Doddy, we likes to party.
10 years old I got the Ice T O.G. tape as a present from Mami.
Around that time I learned to rap naughty.
Unstoppable Fresh C hit the lyrical lottery.
Olly Olly oxenfree!
These MCs trying to make rap dollars like some Ponzi schemes.
They'll never be Fresh as Princes on TV or wild style graffiti.
They just dreaming and failing miserably.
Me Oh My!
Tupac and Mac Dre rolling their eyes
beyond the grave every time that you try to rhyme.
If you were such a gangster, you'd commit a crime
and shut your fucking mouth instead of whining on a mic.
I'm friends with real street cats.
None of them rap.
They hustling and making stacks - you TALK about that
but should feel lucky that you never had to cook crack.
Bumbling idiot
stuttering bullshit
over wack tracks.
blahhhh


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(bene)
Everyday’s a loop, drinking gin and juice with Snoop    
Yes, these are my troops and I’m the king
Like Ice T I’m fresh, pussies strapped for cash        
wearing track pants are not OGs, the original       
OG made me what I am, you know bro?    
shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, whore,       
and if the teacher is not straight from Boogie Down,
can’t teach me a thing, he’s a king without a crown   
And the police? Fuck them all!   
The guys from LA told me, they’re the law
And the Guru said “Mostly the voice”       
I just hope mine won’t be his choice       
I know the stories of the poor and dangerous               
they are my homies, we’re the masters of disaster           
banging from the ghetto blasters, banging in my head,       
If the dinner’s ready, Mum, I’ll run home faster

(lyrik)
ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks   
so everyday Yo! MTV is on my books   
I know the killers from Queens, I’m a thug on every occasion       
been chased away from home after Ice T’s home invasion       
but in the hood bigger guys beat the shit out of us (shit)   
I’m Too Short for them, need to use my wit to quit           
But on the run I load my lyrical gun, you’re shot son   
ratatata assholes, just like Kool G Rap, we are one           
kiss my ass mister officer, I whisper and no one can hear           
got weed in my pocket, a raid in the pub, grab a beer           
imagining how I ran and bled and then I dropped dead           
and Slick Rick avenges me and then I wake up in my bed       
harsh like Ice Cube, the gloomy weather and cityscape       
I headbang over school desks, rhymes banging from the tape
on a run all the time with K Solo and Ghetto Boys
and bang! from the weed… my mind playin' tricks on me