come to your ends and send for the cutlass
come to the ends and jack your bredrins twice
come to your ends and send for the cutlass
come to the ends and jack your necklace
and your chaps and earrings too
i'm preparing to beat you up
i'm raring to beat you up
i'm not gearing to beat you up you're daring
i don't care what you're wearing
cause you got your name on your nike air dunks
cause you shot two kis of punk
i don't care if you've got a yout
'cause you got an akademiks tracksuit
cause you got low-profile tyres
'cause your name's on couple flyers
i don't care if you've got your own charm
but no one took me serious
been to court more times than tennis
'cause i wet up more guys than
cats gets a score ting for a nifty
otherwise i get cent like fifty
what you know about drilling the barrel?
if some batty boys think they like trouble
i'll cut your smiley like carol