Chris Rock

Ayy, pour that shit up in my cup, I need it right now

I need to spin that shit back, this like my fourth round

I gotta catch another flight, I gotta go now We gotta do this shit again before sundown

We can go toe-to-toe, we can go drop-and-drop He talkin' bout four-for-four, I'm the one that can't stop

I can drop on a daily, It'll never flop, He talkin' bout he hate me, smack his ass, Chris Rock

Ayy, pull that shit back, I'm feelin' like the one Ayy, get your bitch back, that nigga still my son

And you can't do what I do, cause you not me His ass a rat, he gon' do it for that cheese

I got that thang up on my side If we catch him, he gon' die

They don't understand, he gon' rest in fuckin' piss They must forgot, he is on my fuckin' list

Why, why, why is he gonna fuckin' die? Why, why, why is he gonna fuckin