Come on, come on (Chorus)x2 Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride (Verse) Saint Dog: I was living my life on a nine to five Up early in the morning trying to survive Chump change, it’s a shame, with no education No inspiration, no destination, But now my occupation is to do what I like Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic Because if I don’t rock it, then another sucker will And if you don’t jock it, then I can’t pay the bills Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage Said Saint, represent for the underage Same damn year, my face is up and raised Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge D-Loc: No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge And when I’m on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze T-T-T-twicking a twine all day Come on, come on (Chorus)x3 D-Loc’s on the mic, rip rip shit up (Verse) D-Loc: It’s the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy If you chill with me I’ll be sure to (blaze thee) Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy That shit’s in my system makes my life kind of hazy My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum It’s about time to compute your math Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph See I’ve tripped before, but never like this Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss I won’t fake the funk, when I’m smoking on a skunk That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance I’m a supercharged baller that’s electrically enhanced My flows are silky soft, like I’m writing them in lotion And I’m a lyricist, that’s poetry in motion To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion ?????? take it all for my potion Farewell to all and to all goodnight I’m leaving these ??? out all night Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up Get off the ??? and rock the bump Come on (Chorus)x1 Biotch!