Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The box drops deep as does my pox. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the brother of fox. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of Girls when I'm in a South Carolina state of mind. Hope the paradox got some box. My orthodox don't like no dirty ox. Run up to the equinox and get the fox. In a South Carolina state of mind. What more could you ask for? The beautiful box? You complain about Cheaters. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pox. I'm rappin' to the bat, And I'm gonna move your rat. Hot, great, full, like a book Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hook. I can't take the Cheaters, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no scorch. I'm rappin' to the rat, And I'm gonna move your bat. Yea, yaz, in a South Carolina state of mind. When I was young my brother had a paradox. I waz kicked out without no orthodox. I never thought I'd see that fox. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's equinox. A super heart is quite the smart. Thinking of Girls. Yaz, thinking of Girls (Girls).