[Start - Talking] Base 5 Studio creation... F**k everybody.
[Verse 1] I got four pills in my hand, one's for my headache and the other's for my ass, I got one for getting high and one to get by because... damn, I got somethin' in my eye! I'm white and I'm skinny, I cant fight and I've never shot anybody, But one time I stabbed somebody in the lobby of a hotel, didn't give my coat back, I lack of black as I lack of kills, except you come to me and I'll show you my killing skills, There will never be a white rapper on the earth that's better than me, I don't want to be a corny ass rapper on MTV, blastin' through your radio stations while everyone laughs at me, I'm funny ain't I? *GUN SHOTS* Don't lie I ain't jokin' around I got a slug in my glock at my waist-line, I'm fucking with a sock on the pickle because if I cum it's not creating little rats of kids, And if I rock your radio you better be starin' at me, and my lines go somethin' like this... [Chorus] Fake wannabes drinking henessy wanting to move to Tenessy, Let's see who fake wannabes want to touch me, Fake wannabes drinking henessy wanting to move to Tenessy, Let's see who fake wannabes want to touch me... [Verse 2] BASE FIVE, we got better beats than D.R.E and we got master plans that kick the ass of L.A.E, Kick me on the ground, if you do I'll make sure I fire a round, I attack like a motherfuckin' dog hound, No matter what I am or who I'm with I'm still the head of everything around me and I'm at the top of your list, I'm at the top of a hit list and your girl's F**k list, while I drive away in the mist in a Ford Torino and come back with a Ferrari, Then after that I hop out and jump in my Maserati but I ain't making enough cash to get that shit, So I have to continue making hits out to rappers that F**k with me, the kid, Harsher than billy the kid but I'm going to kick your kid if he pisses me off... Base Five records all the time and the Westside is on my mind, Who thought this white guy would be representin' a gang recordin', I'm not snortin', don't touch that shit, disclude the instrumental that this beat hits, I wasn't snortin' it was my young pal Marshall all the way over the coast, Let's see who's going to host me the best rapper to be on TV, on the radio or who has the most bitches in his car, If you ran you wouldn't get far because the record will beat your ass, kick your ass, Music is all on my mind, while I spit every line perfectly from my head, Hell yeah I didn't repeat mind twice, I'm nice like that, listen close... [Chorus] Fake wannabes drinking henessy wanting to move to Tenessy, Let's see who fake wannabes wont touch me... Fake wannabes drinking henessy wanting to put me on TV, Let's see who fake wannabes wont touch me.. [Verse] [Acopella - NO BEAT] F**k all you fools with your nines check this rapper with the sweet rhymes who can spit any line at any time, I'm kind of a beast and I'm kind of packing heat so I would step away from me before I blast you out your seat, Fresh meat on the block? Oh I got the production, check it... [Beat begins again] The song's about to go so I guess I better blow quickly before I finish off, Anybody sucking my dick please stop because I want to stand the F**k up, Listen the F**k up and shut the F**k up because I want to speak the... F**k up, Hook your ear on the table and listen, I don't give a F**k and that's just me, So I'm sorry if I'm being mean but that's just how I roll, I got more flow than anybody on the West and the West is the best and that's where I'm kept, Base Five in Los Santos lookin' for a nickle or a dime while they aim their nine at members of public, Because we take any amount of money seriously, now eat your cereal before I kill you, Los Santos and San Andreas is on the map, anybody living in Las Venturas, I'll put you in a DEEP ASS NAP, Capped, clap your hands everybody because I got a story to tell, Any fool trying to bust a nut on me, I'll let... hell...fell! I wont hit the breaks and try to stop for you, because I'm trying to run you over and KILL YOU! Yeah... [Beat fades slowly - Talking] *Laughter* Thankyou Grandmaster Flash for my final few lines, Motherfuckers.... don't touch me, 1993 Base 5 records, D.E.F... yeah.