Salmat

Pickpocket

Back on the streetsI'm kickin' beats from my people
Cabbage patch, Robo Cop, and Evil Kinevil
And some of them make fun of me
And pass it around
But this room is consumed by song and its sound
So kick it, lick it, bodies bootylicious
Make it, take it, why you gotta break it?
The sun has been setting on the two of us
And I'd give you a chance
But I'm through with us
Feeling the funk
So you best shake your junk and
If you want to hop aboard
On this rhythm wants to float a little
Kiss on the cheek
Girl, you making me weak
Always showing your teeth
Causing me to believe
That I got some disease,
And I never could please
And I'm covered in grease
And you never wanted me
That's when the rhythm gets harder
We bust phat beats on the streets
As competitions gets martyred
But we never pick-a-pocket
Thieve a rhyme, try to hock it
Block it, my beats be strapped to a rocket
Knock it off, I've had enough
You want check it
Riggity rest the best on the wiggity west coast
Rockin' all the parties
Takin' all the girlies
Into the Jacuzzis
Fighting off the oozies
Feeling the funk
So you best shake your junk and
If you want to hop aboard
On this rhythm wants to float a little
Kiss on the cheek
Girl, you making me weak
Always showing your teeth
Causing me to believe
That I got some disease,
And I never could please
And I'm covered in grease
And you never wanted me
Now hold up,
I keep it simple
I'm poppin' whack beats like a pimple
We're comin' at you live
With a simple goal in mind
Which is shaking girlies assess in a single file line
One up, two up, no time for us to screw up
So hit this party hard
While you're doggie's in our yard
Nothing but chases from faces full of braces
Feeling the funk
So you best shake your junk and
If you want to hop aboard
On this rhythm wants to float a little
Kiss on the cheek
Girl, you making me weak
Always showing your teeth
Causing me to believe
That I got some disease,
And I never could please
And I'm covered in grease