Flute Loop

So, just sit back and

Max and relax

Off tracks that

I kick, come on and give it up'

Cause, I get funky like diaper rash

And you know

I'm mad spunky and

I'm making cash

I've got sex rhymes like

Victoria's got secrets

To all you prone peepers who are trying to peep this

I'm like Al

Goldstein,

I'm all about screwing

Lead my team to sixty wins like my man

Pat EwingLike getting shot out the barrel of a wave

Like virgin pow on the peaks of

A.KLike a sound that go to the depths of the soul

Well that's the feeling that

I make my goal

A little wine with my dinner so

I'm in my grape ape

I feel like a winner when

I make a mix tape

Because I get

I'll when

I'm on the pause button

And I get my fill and you can't say nothing

More soul on this train then

Don Cornelius

Got the mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus

Just getting on the mic at the monthly function

Wires hitting switches connecting at the junction

Perl man's got beats and it ain't no secret

Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it

And so the story goes on and on

Down in S.

D. 50 till early morning

Who's going to rock the nation?

Who's going to rock the nation?