Ras Kass - Hush Little Baby lyrics

How A 6’4 Manwhore gone take me to war?
You gotta marshmallow core Ima
Make me a smores
Couldn’t knock me out! Gave me 2Pac clout
Hit me from behind with a bottle
Couldn’t knock me out?!
Ima 5’8 gameboy Icey watch
REUP still hanging form my chain boy
White sweater no blood stains boy game over
I rolled dolo outside went
Up to ya rangerover
Told ya "I got ya" undercover cops came over
LA love me plus my spit flame nova
Got that wrinkled ass forehead
So Ima maime Yoda dog my aim colder
When we get at you
You are truly got butterfly eye bet
His Asshole got that Rainbow tattoo
Crotch filled wit cock this the
Dick in ya mouth
And this ain't the first time you
Been on my young jock
Remember you was tryin to rap
For me on the ‘Shaw
Now you lyin on the net claim
You broke my jaw fool!
I ain't sounding like Kanye West
Bitch nigga I rep Cali this that Bombai best
Walked the mainline
You walked the soul train line
Yeast infection his khaki thong
Is on too tight
And something ain't right-fuck 300 bars
I’d already locked behind 300 bars
And still might be
For murking this fake ass B L double O D
Lancaster ain't close to Compton mayn
& Caz from 6 0 want to know
Why you scared to catch that fade
You already dead so now I gotta disturb you
And the truth is the whole coast
Want me to serve you

Hey ya"ll Game on publicity stunt cuz Doc
(Dre) don’t fuck with him
City call him a punk and he don’t go out
Without paying street taxes
So he got a few real niggas
He bribed to be active
This the same JT from "change of heart"
Your bitch said you cried a lot
And you played the part
Then your bitch went on a date
Had a "change of heart"
Ima put something in your chest
Bitch and change your heart
You gonna need a transplant
Really have a change of heart
From a stripper so you end
The same way you start "Doejer"
No tats JT
Just buttoned down hawaiin shirts
And kool-aid smiles
Streets of LA can’t believe you now
Even your own brother say you ain't reputable
And word on the street you
Gonna end up a vegetable you past tense
Ima make your bobble head collectable
Pathological liar
Said I mentioned your son by name
See fame shows the world who lame
And I still don’t know your son’s
Name but I do know this
It’s a shame that his father’s a bitch
You thought you was going to
Pin-the tail on the donkey but Ima Asshole
Nigga you shook your ass like a monkey
G A M E, we gonna drop the M E
Just like you tried to drop me
Now it’s just G A
And we gone add the letter Y and lets play
The game is officially just GAY