Agallah, Das EFX, Nocturnal - Somebody Told Me lyrics

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke mad weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your
Timbs wit your sons that's bullshit
Yo I'm out to get these funds

Yo, yo
Somebody told me I threw a hot joint wit Das
Courtesy a' EPMD, Aguilar, recognize
Niggas was stuck on Diggy
Before Biggie and Nas
Test guy reported in The Source
Even thought about "Best Buys"
My 12 bar Count Dracula
Wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of Coke and he's
Drinkin' Pterodactyl-a's in chromed Acuras
Challenge any one wit balls nothing
Rock the hardest
Racoons rap wit your soloists
And various artists
Puttin it down on the J-9000
SSL wit stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-Off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems
It's time we take off

Guns with banana clips
Two Rolex's to master whips
A 45 under my armpit
Another one in the glove compartment
Money startin shit
The brand new shoes on space ships
Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes
Bitches twist the vine
I'm high and the moon's mine
We're out to get mines, on a regular
On the south, probably took the dreaded
Predator's pirate treasure
In the crib I bought the leather
Plus a movie screen
So my team can play Sega plus Garcia-Vega's
An ounce of weed in every type of flavor
Bank accounts wit fat paper
A major player cos

HIGGITY-HARDCORE, sewer rats keep it raw
Beach houses and more, puffin weed on Seymour
Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors
On bus tours
Chrome 44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
All my slick cats above the laws
Higgity-hide records in stores
HIT SQUAD, second world tour
Kiggity-cameras compass on doors
Signin autographs
After, and before, where?, In corridors
Figgity-fuck wars, I'm buildin
Splittin Dutches spillin
Chillin until these pilgrims
Start ice grillin
Figgity-frontin hard like a villian
Das EFX'll make a killin
And grab the cheese up like Sicilians cos

Get the funds this rap shit was fun, kid
We hold big guns, diamond gems
Timbs and all that