Let Me Hear Sumn

[Chorus: repeat 2X]Lemme hear somethin'Lemme hold somethin'Roll somethin'Lemme show you somethin'What'chu know goodWhat's poppin' wit'chuWhat's happenin'What's crackalackin'?
How you mackin'?You still bad actin'?[Verse 1: Aceyalone]I'll be in the back rappin'Clownin' and laughin'Jumped up
When I heard somebody was cappin'I'm usually kickin' it and coolin' and lampin'Then I heard wackass rappers was runnin' rampantThey always wanna sample itTake it for they ownAnd take it homeBut they eventually break a boneBut I'ma take 'em onTo the break a dawnI'll take your girl and make her moanShit I'm in the zoneSorry for fuckin' up your little tea partyMy bad, just wanna show you how we partyLosers night out, hit the club like a champFind me a spot on the floor and set up my campCuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some ladies
Been livin' shady since the late eightiesA date maybe, in a purple moonI was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoonI like to float about five feet off the floorOffa brown rum, green bud and off tourOff the head, offa the pacific shoreRhymes galore, what more could you ask for?[Chorus][Verse 2: Casual]It's like the buddha bomb brothers we gutterI let 'em shine now I close the shuttersOn the others so let's beginThe way I finesse the penKeep me runnin' through womenLike estrogenLittle mama with the sexy skinStill lets me inIn the bay jet skiin'
With two lesbiansI leans gangstaWhatever you catch me inEven a Harley lookin' out for pedestriansCats remember the rapThe center is action packedAdrenalineRaw raps will hinder themWith more momentum than a pendulum shiftBear witness to the synthesis I'm hittin' em withCasual and Aceyalone
You crazy? Imagine your brains being blownNigga burn somethin', learn somethin'Blow somethin' like you want something'If not, lemme hold somethin'[Chorus][Verse 3: Big Arch]I'm living large like a fresh white 3-X
You give me respectAnd if you don't like it get the ejectI detect a gang of haters in the 380Your innovatorBeat creatorsKeep thinkin you gon' be majorO say ya got me gone off doja
The rap composerThe shit I just told yaShould hold yaWanna dose of ya nigga?Hold your composureI'll be back in another twenty-fourWhen I get soberLo and beholdA nigga flowin' so coldI grab the microphoneAnd turn it into a sno-coneHa! Big nigga gettin my smoke onWhen I leave I'll still be bumpin up on the system in your homeUh! While you willin' to get it onI'll be killin' this songGot you feelin' it in your bonesThe chrome steady driven it in your domeMakin' sure you niggaz get it and then I'm goneI'm through your zone like I'm Jerome Bettis n'I'ma give these niggaz a dose of they own medicine
Ha! You know you gon' get it ifYou come off in this nigga's homeShowin' the wrong ettequitteC'mon killaMind your manners my gorillaThere's plenty of scrillaAnd bananas for a niggaBut you gotta be a go gettaGet you a good girlDon't get you no gold digga[Chorus]