Spaghetti Junction

Yeah

Spaghetti Junction, yes, yes

Elope, ski slopes

Damn, yeah, check it out

Niggas elope with ski slopes and fall like avalanches

Tootin' like it's cool, he's a fool, and I can't just

Sit around and watch those nose membranes flame

My ends is loose and you can't stop that rain

When it starts to fall

Lookin' like Ms. Pac-Man, hammers and Vogues and cat-man

I'm speaking about these pros 'cause you know nothing 'bout that, man

The nigga the B-I-G is high and fly like ValuJet

You thinkin' about the beatin', this my ends is never met, nigga

Black man, white man, Jew man, ain't no joke

Remember me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch

And talk about when we get older, now we up against the ropes

Yeah, they're kickin' niggas door down, 'cause it ain't no dope on the streets

And a quarter pound of feet weed, that's all a nigga like me need

Talkin' about that Southern sess, nigga, you all up in that mess

But never shall you test, and never shall you quit

Runnin' up on me with that fuck shit will get you nothin' but dead, nigga

Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home

(In the junction, in the junction)

Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce

(Junction, junction)

To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims

'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend

Y'all, yes, yes, uhh

(Junction, junction)

Uh, check it

Uh, well I'm drankin' on 'gnac while I'm dippin' off in that 'llac ('llac)

The junkies around my way are always smokin' up on that crack

Be layin' them College Park hoes flat on their backs (backs)

Livin' the life of pimps steadily makin' this paper stack

Niggas don't understand the master plan, crumble yo' herb, man

'Til they start kickin' the do' in, then we ready to blast them

Out (out) like 'Kast ('Kast), we 'bout to crash (crash)

So mayday, may Dre knock 'em up off their ass, boy

We struggle like fat hoes just to get things that those

People got we forgot they're always gonna keep a plot

Right up their sleeve you won't believe they deceive like weave

Thieves can't break in your crib and leave in that good life too

So gimme me and then I'm straight, as eight-oh-five

See, blindfolds can't cover three eyes

We wise to the fact so we attack with what we know

Heaven is the only good life, so what you strivin' fo'?

Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home

(In the junction, in the junction)

Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce

(Junction, junction)

To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims

'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend

Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)

Check this shit out though

Well, like flip-flops and football socks

A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays

Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?

I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp

Yappin' about this crew you run with

Bankhead bouncin' to that dumb shit

So what mo' can you come with?

Yeah, they can bite, but cannot be us

They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us

You ought to be ashamed, trying to fit in my Adidas

So Run like DMC is me and, no, don't got no heater

Well, we zippin' around the corner in that golden stankin' Lincoln

I got my heat up under my seat

Just in case these youngsters tryin' to take it

Pullin' the pistol on another Black man was never the plot

But sometimes my brothers lose theyself and try to take my spot

They come like black stallions in the night

Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right

When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it

With my own eyes, 'til they come over the hill, surprise

Be careful where you roam 'cause you might not make it home

(In the junction, in the junction)

Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce

(Junction, junction)

To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims

'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend

Y'all, yes, yes, uh (junction, junction)