Lift It

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Uh-oh)

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic

Hip-hop gains a classic (Rick Rock, we back at 'em, pimp)

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

(We back it, mayne)

The babes'll go spastic

Hip-hop gains a classic

(You fuckin' around again, my nigga, ha)

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

(Show up and show out)

(that's what the name of the game is, mayne)

The babes'll go spastic

Hip-hop gains a classic (Show up, mayne — hello?)

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

(Cut up, boy, uh-oh)

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic (Okay, let's go, uh)

If it was lifted off the plastic

The babes'll probably go spastic

My yetti stretch like elastic

The game that I give is accurate

Lingo need to be patented

Pasteurized, put in cap in this

Sucka shit, I ain't havin' it, I ain't lyin', I'm passionate

Memory like a spelling bee, gettin' yetti my specialty

Movin' steady, not recklessly, different breed, different pedigree

Spinnin' the Pyrex like dryers, my folks active and they got priors

Hardheaded, mainey, no manners, stay with the toolies and hammers

They'll ram and go head up with them, their horns and their antlers

Get down where they mad at, don't give a fuck about cameras

I tell 'em slow down and I tell 'em to pump they brakes

Then they say, Unc we don't care about dyin or catchin' a case

I'm sippin' on Mexican Mule for the fuel every hour is happy hour

Alcohol all we'll devour then like a meteor shower

Twisted like a funnel cloud

Smokin loud in the crowd puffin on some okra

Tacked out and I'm hella stuck like a poster bitch

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

I can spot a hater through the thickest fog

Sniff a sucka out like a hound dog

A vision without a plan is just a hallucination

Rome wasn't built in a day have patience

There's stages to these wages

It's chapters to these here pages

Crack them gates for my loved ones thats incarcerated in cages

It's a shortage on the real and an overage on the fake

That start off solid as a rock and then morph back into a snake

Fixtures do what they want suckas do what they can

I can live through muddy water and see dry land

I could bake a peach cobbler and sell that shit to Betty Crocker

I've been a yaper plotter since I was a little toddler

Give a nigga a beer he'll drink the whole case

Give a nigga a bite he'll eat the whole plate

Give a nigga a inch he'll take the whole rope

Front a nigga some dope he'll snort up all your coke bitch

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic

If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic

The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic