For real by my goddamn self Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself Fuckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else Now red light, child started
that game He gotta play that game Ooh, honey, honey, honey You gotta come down and sing, yeah Sing, child sing Sing, child sing Sing, child sing Sing, child
forgive me, it's the Henny or Remi Or maybe it's the many of fame, this world planted in me When I was just a child, I was misunderstood Til I saw your
this country So they can jump me, feel me up, in land and dump me Damn right I said it bluntly I ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys At school my teachers
me I ride a bus and tail just like a Kawasaki Motorcycles with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya Political style flop, your child play is amateur Yo
name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come, I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from, I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I
monkey, child Dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child Dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey Dance like a monkey, dance like a monkey, child
I said dance, I said prance Sleazing in like a monkey That's cool, I say it's gross Honey so damn the funky D-d-dance to the rhythm Jungle music rhythm
faggot, you've bin Down the stations drugged in sexed again Bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang Where it ends, a next bang Boom, I presume yo ego needed room Monkeys
dont wanna cause alarm i try to be cool i try to stay calm but something weirds going on at Chesters Farm... This is the place where the monkeys die
Hah, when I left my wife and child, Louie go back home And my, oh my car jumps and it's about to drive me wild, Louie go back home Ah a little voice inside
as you suck the glass pipe Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease The Monkey's on your back got
Hot lava Big Monkey flow Chokin' on a color Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah) Hot lava Cool down Big travel every town Roll it over with a ball and
' them Citified high heels I can tell by your giant step You been walkin' through the cotton fields Oh, you're so down home girl Every time you monkey child
head Brooklyn is the life, equal parts joy, strife I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead The same weight of the monkey on my
phone ringing.... little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey?? [Chorus] And what, rappers wanna bring it to me Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)
's that rapper, damn!?!" Being bitter cause I'm butter but he shouldn't be your main concern Versitile the style is wild so chile we constantly unadjourned
' Throwin' to do more load, so my fire lookin' through the want ads And only red hot, desire in your pot with somethin' wicked But you can't feel it, stickin' out your monkey
