Stop as we drop this bomb
   Blow up this place like another Vietnam
   Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome
   Back up son give me room give me room
   To set it off like this don't give it up
   I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
   Real hard to the bone you want more
   I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
   Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
   So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine
   Roll up on you like Eastwood
   Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
   I spreads butter like Parkay
   Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
   Do what you feel and check the skill
   I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
   In your Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser
   When you're rolling through the hood you want use a
   Track like this all up in your eardrum
   So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum
   And gets crazy like Prozac
   Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
   Round one round two knock out
   Straight to your head like my round never lights out
  
   Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
   Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
  
   Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea
   Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away
   Got more lines than the welfare office
   Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
   Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it
   Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
   Crude as oil unrefined but slick
   I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
   Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch
   That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
   You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
   Your sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-que
   Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking
   I squeak like Stephen Hawkins yeah but I'm walkin'
   Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
   I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
   Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you
   Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna hear you
   Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
   Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea
  
   Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
   Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a