Greatest Old School Rap Lyrics of al time

Cross Movement:
ShockVerse 2:

Three to get ready ‘cause we all must go. The wages of sin will let you know that death be comin’ no man can hide. As surely as we live we’ve got to surely die. This ain’t meant to scare, ain’t meant to haunt. You can eat all the fish and herbs you want pull all of the skin off your chicken wings only drink fresh water from the natural springs. Vitamix, vitamax in stacks you buy no pork only greens and beans on rye no cholesterol, alcohol or smoke but all in all, we all still croak. So you can join a health kick wave and be another healthy person on your way to the grave and that’s good shows you’re not simple. Why? You’re honoring God by taking care of you’re temple. But what about life beyond this place are you lifting spiritual weights and pumping up faith. In prayer do you do sets in church do you do reps to build righteous massive biceps and pecs (pectorals). Oh watch out are you about to flex and give God the glory from this life to the next. So as the crab grass grows up around your tomb stone will your epitaph give you the last laugh or will it have?

We comin’ with the Shock! And you can catch the Shock! We comin’ with the Shock! The world catch the Shock! We comin’ with the Shock! Jesus Christ brings the Shock! In Christ we come to blow up the spot.

Ahem.
I like big butts, and I cannot lie
you other brothas can’‘t deny
why a girl walk in with an iddy-biddy waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung, wanna pull up from, cause you noticed that but was stuffed, deep in the jeans she’s wearing, I’m hooked and I can’t stop starin’, oh baby I wanna get witcha, and take your pichta, my homeboys tried to warn me but that but you got makes me so horny…ooh rump of smooth skin, you say you wanna get in my Benz? So use me use me 'cause you ain’t that average groupie.

etc.

WTF is that? Christian rap?

say ho…yeah you

can i ask you a question?

do you like to fuck?

or you dont want me to talk to you like that. well you like to make love?

what are you doing in the white house if your not selling cocaine?

ask you wife nancy reagan im sure she’ll spit that game

like one night she came to my house, and gave me a blo-job

she licked my dick up and down, like it was corn on the cob

NECRO! MOTHAFUCKA!

S.T.D - this one is for tha ladies fo’ sho’

"she was beautiful
She was beautiful, oh she was beautiful
Now wee in my house, I took the pants off the wench
The fuckin’ bitch had syphilis, I cracked her in the face with a wrench
Now she on the floor, like a dirty whore, reaching for the door
I bashed her in the face some more,
you fuckin’ cunt
Il teach you to disease people
She laughed at me and said, “yo, their ain no skeez equal, to me”
Fantasia taught me everything, I a pro
I told her, “you won blow no more”
She tried to get live, I tied her up, I put eight condoms on my dick
Attach razors to it, and slide right up and rip the crabs out the crack
Lubricate my cock with strychnine, just in case gonorrhea attacks
This bitch giggled as I snuffed her
She said, “you can find me everywhere, my name is std, Il be your lover”
I went to rome and got some roman armor and some blacksmiths
Gave m rubber and make something elastic
A metal condom for my cock, now std is beaten for now but shel be back up

Just a little fuckin?warning, for all you fuckin?sluts
That try to be fuckin?look beautiful, but deep down
You got a fuckin?stinkbox, a nasty stinkbox
Don do it, don do it
If you look beautiful, be beautiful everywhere
Don be dirty under there
Cause this is two-thirds of the schizo, and shit could get evil like the beat"

I know posting a full lyrical spread is over board…but I got one thing ta say…FUCK COMPTON!

TIM DOG

Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and cheer
'Cause Tim Dog is here
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
And talk about a bullshit city
Talking about niggaz from Compton
They’re no comp and they truly ain’t stomping
Tim Dog a black man’s task
I’m so bad I’ll whip Superman’s ass
All you suckers that rif on the West Coast
I’ll dis and spray your ass like a roach
Ya think you’re cool wit your curls and your shades
I’ll roll thick and you’ll be yelling raid
One hard brother that lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and we don’t have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey, yo Eazy
Fuck Compton

(Why you dissing Eazy?)
‘Cause the boy ain’t shit
Chew him with tobacco, an’ spit him in shit
I crush Ice Cube, I’m cool wit Ice T
But NWA ain’t shit to me
Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up
Step to the Dog and get fucked up
I’m simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic
And I’m kicking ballistics
Having that gang war
We want to know what you’re fighting for
Fighting over colors?
All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckas
But you go on thinking you’re hard
Come to New York and we’ll see who gets robbed
Take your jeri curls, take your black hats

Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks
Now you’re mad and you’re thinking about stomping
Well I’m from the South Bronx
Fuck Compton

Tim Dog and I’m the best from the East
And all this Compton shit must cease
So keep your eyes on the prize and
Don’t jeopardize my arrive ‘cause that’s not wise
You really think that you can rhyme
Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine
Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning
And you’ll really be a hundred miles and running
You wanna play go ride in a sleigh
I’m so large I fuck Michel le’
In the bathroom we was boning
You shoulda heard how the bitch was moaning
Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do
Shut the fuck up bitch, you can’t sing
Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing (Fuck you)
I’m the man at hand to run the band
That’s in command
You know who the fuck I am
Tim Dog, what’s my muthafucking name
Tim Dog, that’s my muthafucking game
So whether you think that I’m just a myth
That riff, the lift, the gift, the if, the fifth’
The shift, the spliff, that’s in control, to hold
To fold, to bold and make an ache and take and fake
Wooh! and I’m still great

Fuck Compton

I was only 14 when i first got my dick sucked
Now I’m grown up an i really like to bust nuts
Get freaky in the right situation
You wanna rap? well thats a nice occupation
To get pussy when you want it and how u want it fool,
cuz i was fuckin ugly hoes back in high school
I used to fuck young ass hoes
I used to be broke and didn’t have no clothes
I now fuck top notch bitches
tell ya a story from rags to riches

beaman, have you heard dre day yet? tim dog sucks my ass. he has absolutely no talent.

and i wouldnt talk to much shit about compton because ericka’s last boyfriend was from there.

yeah, tim dog was kind of at “mascot” status if you ask me…nobody took that fool seriously.

no HERE’S a diss track…

“Now I done sold my fuckin soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain’t your average everyday motherfucker
(hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo’
But you gon be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
you fuckin coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain’t no fuckin killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain’t in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
REAL killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your niggaz that kill at
You ain’t got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn’t just to get to dumpin on yo’ ass
Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit, beyotch!”

stop, cooperate and listen
ice is back with a brand new edition
something, grabs a hold of me tightly
like a harpoon daily and nightly
will it ever stop
i dont know
turn off the lights and i glow
too the extreme i rock the mic like a vandal

um… something something something… candle!

ice ice baby!

or

Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job’s ain’t a job - it’s a damn good time
City to city - I’m running my rhymes
On location - touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I’m illing and able
Ain’t no faking - your money I’m taking
Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking
While you’re at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin’ it live

(bridge) No sleep 'til - brooklyn

Another place - another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl - another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager’s crazy - he always smokes dust
He’s got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world - you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel - girls on the jock
We’re thrashing hotels like it’s going out of style
Getting paid along the way cause it’s worth your while
Four on the floor - Adrock’s out the door
M.C.A.‘s in the back because he’s skeezin’ with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn’s in the back

(repeat bridge)

(repeat chorus)

Ain’t seen the light since we started this band
M.C.A. - get on the mic my man
Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A.
They all me Adam Yauch - but I’m M.C.A.
Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Got limos, arena, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes - get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to L.A.
Waking up but I get to sleep
Cause I’ll be rocking this party eight days a week

(repeat chorus)

here is an old school diss track from Common… Ice Cube got ate up

A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube
Step to Com wit a feud
Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast
You ain’t made shit dope since AmeriKKKa’s Most
Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East
On the dick of the East for your 1st release
Your lease is up at the crib, house niggaz get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God
Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob
Hyprocrite, I’m filling out your Death Certificate
Slanging bean pies and St Ide’s in the same sentence
Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October
Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over
Rap career is over, better off acting
What trouble I see, you’re managing WC and Wack 10
You backed in to a four corner hustla
Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her
Use Higher Learning, don’t take my words out of text
Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX
It’ll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got
When sucker ain’t around, it’s your Friday, it was good
I wasn’t salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood

Chorus:

I see the bitch in you when you don’t speak your mind
The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin
I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find
The bitch in you but yo it’s coming out

Verse Two:

Up on this rap shit, Cube, I’m calling out
I break in and smack niggaz that’s in the Slaughterhouse
This ain’t no East coast, West coast, none of the above
I’m from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love
There’s a thin line between the fake and the real
Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield
Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo
I’m a have ta wreck a Ho’shea
I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
(So what) so I had to slap her, ugn
And violate you, a Muslim drinking brew
Your nigga ain’t no Mack 10, he’s a 22
I seen you, you ain’t say shit to ATL
Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell
It out, like you sold Kam and Threat
A year ago, you wasn’t talking shit about the West
Guess you knew you’re shit was done plus the one got you cable
Hoo Bangin, you ain’t banging shit but the table
And the Circle Madd, ain’t got no choice but to fight
Ain’t none of y’all muthafukas got a chance on the mic
Anytime you come out, yo, I’m a talk about you
Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you
Any last words before I hit the switch
From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch

Chorus

last one… truely a classic

Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait
Let me tell ya a story of my situation
I was talkin’ to this girl from the U.S. nation
The way that I met her was on tour at a concert
She had long hair and a short miniskirt
I just got onstage drippin’, pourin’ with sweat
I was walkin’ through the crowd and gues who I met
I whispered in her ear, “Come to the picture booth
So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof”
I asked her her name, she said blah-blah-blah
She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra
I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused
I said, “How do you like the show?”
she said, “I was very amused”
I started throwin’ bass, she started throwin’ back mid-range
But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange
Then when I asked, “Do ya have a man,” she tried to pretend
She said, “No I don’t, I only have a friend”
Come on, I’m not even goin’ for it
This is what I’m goin’ sing

You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
And you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend

So I took blah-blah’s word for it at this time
I thought just havin’ a friend couldn’t be no crime
‘Cause I have friends and that’s a fact
Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq
Forget about that, let’s go into the story
About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me
So we started talkin’, getttin’ familiar
Spendin’ a lot of time so we can build up
A relationship or some undderstanding
How it’s gonna be in the future we was plannin’
Everything sounded so dandy and sweet
I had no idea I was in for a treat
After this was established, everything was cool
The tour was over and she went back to school
I called every day to see how she was doin’
Everytime that I ccalled her it seemed somethin’ was brewin’
I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again
I said, “Yo, who was that?” “Oh, he’s just a friend”
Don’t gimme that, don’t ever gimme that
Jus’ bust this

You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
And you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend

So I came to her college on a surprise visit
To see my girl that was so exquisite
It was a school day, I knew she was there
The first semester of the school year
I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm
This guy made me fill out a visitor’s form
He told me where it was and I as on my way
To see my baby doll, I was happy to say
I arrrived in front of the dormitory
Yo, could you tell me where is door three?
They showed me where it was for the moment
I didn’t know I was in for such an event
So I came to her room and opened the door
Oh, snap! Guess what I saw?
A fella tongue-kissin’ my girl in the mouth,
I was so in shock my heart went down south
So please listen to the message that I say
Don’t ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend

Nympho, nympho boy is she bad
get her all alone and out come the knee pads… (Ice Cube…Nappy duggout)

             or

Da bitch said something to make me mad…
She said some stupid shit I couldn’t believe
so I grabbed that stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave.
She started talkin shit
wouldn’t you know.
SO I reached back like a pimp and I slapped da ho.
Her father stood up and started to shout
so I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out.
(Eazy-E…The boys in the Hood are Always hard)
lol…good thread…

Sonny:

Of course it is! Christian rap is bomb.

Almost all of the Beastie Boys` License to Ill album.

Lyrics? Ya’ll ain’t post nothing yet

I present to you the true father of the thug game… Kool G Rap

“Can’t ya diggit, Honey?”
“Rated XXX”
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
Swingin’ with this here stud, you need practice,
i’m leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I’ll leave you holdin’ your swollen backside and rollin’,
fillin’ all three holes just like bowlin’,
Don’t ask me what the price is,
but it’s more than your battery-operated devices,
And I come fully equipped,
with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
you’ll notice the sound of steady poundin’,
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can’t cop out,
i’m poundin’ ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I’m not your ordinary player,
because you’ll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick ‘em,
not gentle when I stick ‘em, huh,
I’ll leave ‘em lookin’ like a rape victim,
any girl who steps to it,
Ends up gettin’ their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart,
i do a damn good job,
That’s why -
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab
Only nineteen and over permitted,
no matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
You ain’t ready for the bed,
you still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes’ head,
Come back in five years,
when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin’ beers,
I’m hittin’ hookaz by the dozen,
makin’ ya wetter ‘cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin’ ya girl back spasms,
cause G Rap has ‘em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? Ya must be kiddin’,
ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain’t bullshittin’, you get hit with hysteria,
cause I’ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl flinches,
but I got inches for all you lil’ wenches,
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X,
An’ I’ma talk like sex
Rated XXX
“Can’t ya diggit, Honey?”
“Rated XXX”
Some say that I’m nasty plus,
hookaz are mad because they can’t outlast me,
Girl, you ain’t too small,
cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all,
So if you’re still confused when I’m screwin’,
let me explain to you exactly what I’m doin’,
Exploring your body like a biologist,
inventin’ new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin’ my name on your buns just like a printist,
while I’m hurtin’ your ass just like a dentist,
You’re so wild I feel like I’m a zoologist,
stretchin’ your shit more than a gynecologist,
I’m gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
and when you piss, you’ll see more stars than an astrologist,
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin’ horny,
far from corny, come and jump on me,
I’m not small and all, I won’t break down a stall,
i drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
the only thing missin’ on my dick is a cape,
Let’s get togetha, honey, ya never know what’s next,
and I’ma talk like sex,
Rated XXX
“Can’t ya diggit, Honey?”
“Rated XXX”
Big girls try to squash me,
but I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me,
Hit the sack cause I ain’t jokin’,
cause when I start pumpin’ shit up, I leave it smokin’,
So ya betta hold on tight all right,
cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite,
A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
i’m probably related to Long Dong Silver,
But it gets gooder and gooder,
every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter,
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip,
cause the only thing I’m lickin’ is your ass with a whip,
And it’s a real freaky scene,
i’m hittin’ girls with their heads in a guillotine,
Why certainly I’m squirtin’,
bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
Pushin’ your head to the pillow,
and givin’ more pleasure than a double-headed dildo,
A big ass gives me a hard-on,
but I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton,
Time or place doesn’t matter to me, sweety,
i’ll fuck you on the “A” train while I write graffiti,
In a restaurant, takin’ you straight to heaven,
in a cab or the back of 7-11,
Whether you’re white and the music you like is rock,
you can come and get some hip-hop cock,
Consider this dick on your clitoris,
but never try to flex, cause I’ma talk like sex.

or this true back to the gritty g rap style story telling…

(Chorus)
The streets, yo where it happen at
The streets, is where they clapping at
The streets, is where the action at
The streets, is where they packing at
The streets, is where its cracking at
The streets, bringing it back to that
The streets, banging ya gat to that
The streets, start hanging back in that

My niggas ride where they bust at
Die where they bust at, my murderous guys
Slinging them pies where they lust at, or corners where they hang most
Name boast and bank toast
drive with the thing close, slide where the dames most
Empty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke niggas bum out
Chicks holdin they gun out, when back streets are taped up
Bodies laying faced up, cats running with ace up
The spots get ‘em paced up, the street lamps are broke now
Mad bitches to bone now, when niggas peep your home out
And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street war
Bust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be more
With bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray shit
Bust rounds and lay shit, selling pounds’ a great shit
And clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop off
Shots clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
And have you licking hot sauce

(Chorus)

On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glow
Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh
Niggas laying they law down, some draw with a four pound
P J’s are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down
(The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth got
Kids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locks
Towns where niggas kill at, posting where its real at
Keeping gats concealed at, see a fo’ you peel at

Strip where you get ripped off, hot lead get licked off
Fronting and your clicks off all your jewels get stripped off
Sidewalks where they creep up, get locked up with a street bop
Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets up
Niggas they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
Gather up under the chin, blow a niggas shit through the sun roof
Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass shines
You try to clap mine, you outta line niggas get flat lined

(Chorus)

Now Chickens’ll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face
Niggas giving they screwface, for the loot and the suitcase
Spots that blood spills on, and dealers clock a 'mil on
Murderers get their kill on, mad cats are still on
Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at
Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at
Niggas tied up and kidnapped, and smacked up with big gats
Get found with they wig cracked, leave 'em right where they live at
(The streets) running for red beams, blood flowing in red streets
Mad fellas with breast sceams running from the FED team
Little shorties are knocked up straight giving their crouch up
Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
Crack blocks and weed spots the fiends in the deep spots
Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop
Bitches that get their hoe on smoke dope on and so on
Spotted nigga with glow on with dick they could blow on

(Chorus) 2x

(Talking)
Don G Rap, G and Carter ,BGF, Igloo Entertainment
No doubt we coming through, ya know how we do
Keep it moving, ya better realize
Whoever don’t, slugs do it for us
Niggas aint playing no games
Y’all know the ruitine, Y’all know the drill

sorry, you said old skool, here, stay out of jail…

Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice
You do the crime, you’re payin the price
Cause if you’re in the drug spots, sellin crack on the block
Snatchin chains, bustin brains, like a real hardrock
If you ever hear a cop say you’re under arrest
Go out just like a trooper, stick out your chest
Cause you might have been robbin, you might have been whylin
But you won’t be smilin on Riker’s ISLAND
Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle
This is a jungle where the murderers mingle
This ain’t a place that’s crowded but there’s room for you
Whether you’re white or you’re black, you’ll be black and blue
Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock
with a real nice device that’s called a sock lock
Don’t ever get caught in a crime my friend
Cause this bus trip is not to Adventure’s Inn
They have a nice warm welcome, for new inmates
Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates
Posses will devour, punks with power
After the shower it’s, rush hour
So watch your back before you get sacked
These a bunch of maniacs that’s about to attack
If you’re a hustlin pro, keep a low profile’n
Cause you won’t be smilin on Riker’s ISLAND
C-74, adolescents at war
Put your ear to the floor, you can hear the roar
They take you out of BC, they now found you a cage
All eyes are glued to you like you’re up on stage
If you’re soft as a leaf, don’t get into a beef
And God be with you chief if you got gold teeth
Some try to be hard, front and say I’m God
Don’t know a lesson say a blessin, you’re gonna get scared
(Yo call the C.O.) That won’t be necessary
He’ll watch him beat you down, and take your commissary
Inside the lunchroom, you meet your doom
Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon
Use your hands like a man, don’t go out like a chump
Never 'fess, bench press so that you can be pumped
If you don’t got a game, you get beaten as lame
And scared as a mouse in a house of pain
So to all the jailbirds that listen to hip-hop
Move your pelvis like Elvis do the Jailhouse Rock
You might be coolin, you might be stylin
But you won’t be smilin on Riker’s ISLAND
If you’re on a drug tip, don’t be a Dumbo
Police investigate like Columbo if they think you’re sellin jumbo
But don’t get me wrong, it might be your thing
Whether smilin on the Island, or singin in Sing-Sing
The way you’re takin pictures and you’re givin a smile
Cheerin, the priveledge for a long long while
So keep your money pilin, keep profilin
Cause ahh, you won’t be smilin on Riker’s Island