| See this here’s a jungle, and I’m a whole different animal | 
| Most endangered species, nare nigga compatible | 
| Humans try to reach these, depends what they hairs like | 
| Sewer rats want moon cheese, call me Splinter Vanderite | 
| Slick Rick, quick pick, plan strategic | 
| Flip a lick, dipstick, lay in it until I read it | 
| Problems are small and made to be solved, that’s true glory | 
| When I’m involved it’s all big business, true story | 
| I spit with true fellas that shine with me | 
| Strictly Kangols, New Eras and 59Fiftys | 
| Killing with the linen, rocking a matching Fedora | 
| Chillin' in Yemen, swimming with dolphins in Bora Bora | 
| Good food for your sexual appetite | 
| Ma here’s a hood groove, bless you just for acting right | 
| Lapping up your kitty pop, tapping with my strong arm | 
| Poppy had a diddy bop, long before Sean John | 
| Forever spicy like jalapeños and Texas Pete | 
| Never been like me to dumb it down going extra sweet | 
| I’m straight funk like live at the Apollo | 
| Earthquake your trunk, making you ride that Rallo | 
| Shaking your shoulders, shake it through the city | 
| Mommy shaking it with her girlfriend, shaking her little titty | 
| Hands up cool, respectfully nasty | 
| Po’s a stand up dude, you’d be blessed to get half me | 
| Yo X we stay next keeping it wavy,…Wavy | 
| You know every time I come through it’s crazy | 
| Didn’t want do it to em' but they made me | 
| Wavy,…Wavy | 
| Feeling good, looking good, staying good, no good | 
| You ever got bathed in Brazil, by two bad bitches that’ll make time still | 
| The opportunity hawker, you stuck on the pavement | 
| You take the road the slave went, your name is no imprint | 
| Shit I didn’t invent, gotta find an angle though | 
| Let a dollar dangle… No!, Spectacular | 
| More live subtractular, at shows you get exposed | 
| Keep all your ex hoes, Jesus Whoa | 
| Throw the stone away, come to my going away | 
| I’m back on the bird to a land you never heard | 
| Where’s your passport | 
| Land dweller, hand to hand seller, not the God | 
| Rock a wave if you down with this hoe, we hitting' | 
| Eat a, frequent flyer | 
| South of France and the summertime is fire, party off the flyer | 
| Same old lames, broad got game | 
| It’s foreign fox in | 
| And Euro, the God is | 
| Wavy,…Wavy | 
| You know every time I’m come through, it’s crazy | 
| Didn’t want to do it to em' but they made me | 
| Wavy,…Wavy |