Playstation 1.5 - Sir Michael Rocks

Robocop style, I fo-fo pop y’all

I’m Yao Ming when it come to confidence and being cool

That’s what’s important to me, you gon' make me fry yo ass

Pie yo ass, in the face niggas always tryna get benefits

They don’t never wanna work for shit they got

But they always wanna be in some shit

In a Benz with bubble glass, guess I’m on some Benson shit

Guess I’m in the park again, working on my penmanship

Signing things on blank trees, putting my initials in them

If its a bitch around my corner guarantee what I’mma do

I’m gon' stalk her and I’ll walk her to the park after night time

If I see some sushi bars around, I’m gon' get in line

Grab me a California roll for me and my ho

Me and my thot, I put my knee in the box

Got a brother from Morocco used to be owned by this doctor

Who bred some Tibetan Mastiffs at his ranch house

He branched out from medicine and started eating venison and duck

Piss you off, this is lumberjack shit, get the logs, get the axe

Make sure that you aim it at their faces and their backs

And attack, this is eerie, Iraq

I am nasty, Pacman Jackson

Elastic stretching across, all they breasts and they bras

I be takin' ‘em Jamiacan rum, fillin' my intestines

You can still see Jamaican sun on my complexion

And son, I’m not your father and I am not perfection

You can be the one if you just challenge your perception