Comin’ out with that sweet melody, just another gangsta wanna-be. (nah!)
You see we Black F keep it real, not like some of those I.H.O.P. deals.
Now let me start my story... this isn’t as hard as history class
you see we don’t give up to Biggy nor Tu Pac cuz i know what’s up
I am true hardcore, something you’d buy at your local hall-mark store
So when you play this game you can’t be no pansey you gotta be def like X but not too fancy.
But who are we to talk we aint no playas we just go around throwin down all this chaos
Throwin’ down these fresh beats to keep you up off your seats
We aint pimpin’, we ain’t limpin’, no bizkit up in this, we aint trippin
Cuz we know how to throw ‘em down, keepin’ the vibe all around
Well sorry I forgot to introduce myself, me llamo Manny de eso no hay doubt
No tengo un gato en mis pantalones, pero hay un italian calzone yeah
Yo no vengo de la raza pero digo west-side but I aint no cholo
Raisin’ the roof with my spanish flow, I look mexican but I’m hardcore white yo.
So now you’re sayin “damn he just rapped in mexican, nothin’ else can come out of this man?”
yeah probably cuz only other thing i can do is get high of glue haha
Well it looks like we’re all outta time I guess it’s time to end this rhyme
I gotta keep it real so just to end i’m gonna say peace out and word to all my friends (WORD)