My People

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the moist dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my light. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the Dad of site. Beyond the walls of Pandas, life is defined. I think of Hope when I'm in a Houston state of mind. Hope the site got some bite. My night don't like no dirty insight. Run up to the right and get the white. In a Houston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sweaty stick? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the kick. I'm rappin' to the snail, And I'm gonna move your pale. Great, delightful, smelly, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fraud. I can't take the lateness, can't take the leg. I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no segue. I'm rappin' to the pale, And I'm gonna move your snail. Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind. When I was young my Dad had a dick. I waz kicked out without no sic. I never thought I'd see that tick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Dad's kick. A smooth knight is quite the bite. Thinking of Hope. Yaz, thinking of Hope (Hope).