Testi De La Soul - Max B

De La Soul

I’m like Ali, gettin' stripped of the title
'Cause he wouldn’t fight the white man’s war
That 'bout a bitch
Boss said, you’s a hell of a dude
But it’s crazy 'cause you’re doing everything except to rap with the wrist
Why don’t you focus up, polish your game, do a big Porter cup, when in the booth
And I blew a sig
Came up with the fly shit here
Heard of Public Domain, that was my shit, yeah
Every 10 years, niggas like you pop up
You’re a blast from the past
Your music feel good like wakin' up, scratchin' your ass
I’mma keep makin' hits, try’na fatten my stash
On the block rollin' dice
Or at my own wedding try’na fuck with the bitches that be throwin' the rice
I’m so ahead of my time
I think I’m seven years older than Mike (who Mike?)
(Mike? That’s my older brother)
I ain’t one of them whack niggas that’ll take a lil' day off
Come back, drive by and the wave sound way off
Pack this mix, it’s perfect then pay off
God sent me here to make
Spend big money all up and break hoes
Not those broke bitches that want to make love (LOVE!)
Hundred begets and the hundred thousand dollar cars
And then we gon' ride in the sunset
Play with yo' pussy 'till it get dumb wet
Max, why you stop, I ain’t cum yet
Chill babe, light up a blunt, why you beat, I ain’t finished havin' fun yet
Let a lil' Domain bump
two of the trilogy, I can tell when you niggas is feelin' me
Niggas start gettin' they lean on
Gettin' they fiend on
And I got a mean arm, pitch it from deep
Silencer, I don’t even need a beam on
Puff puff pass, quit gettin' your steam on
I’m back
This goes out to all of my girls, girls
I’mma take you around the world
This goes out to all of my girls, girls
I’mma lace you up with diamonds and pearls