Alba s touto skladbou:
Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast,
People like the way my style is rollin’
The crowd rebounds as i flow slowin’
I’m not bullshittin’
Heres how im hittin’
Funkin’ it up more than George Clinton
Swingin, and bringin in a new format
A new breed indeed and im sure of that
I live press the best i wont rest the pest(?)
Cuz im blessed and I jus wont settle for less
Yes the kid who gets the crowd up
The one with the hair that stands straight up
People look and stare in shock
Trippin’ over a Rock
Trippin’ over a Rock
Chased,and chased and chased but never close to caught
And the skills i filled were all self taught
With so many styles on each panfulls(?)
And they hit ya like a fifth a jack daniels
As the girls admire the way I aspire
To move piles of dough in my own empire
Not a liar, I tell no lies
So hey girl you can trust these blue eyes
But dont get me wrong I get wicked
Shake that ass in my face and ill stick it
Hit it get wit it
Knock it out the box
Trippin over a rock
Trippin over a rock
A genuine badman
Like Yosemite Sam man
I c-c-c-can rock the land
And bring a new swing and sensation
To represent the next generation
So slack up You better back up
Here comes the score and the weed in a jigsaw
Fuck with me
With no doubt
Ill put my foot in your ass and wont pull it out
Ill go deep in I wont weaken
Guarenteed to keep the house beepin
Girls rockin guys
Try to to cockblock(?)
Trippin over a rock
