Punch drunk

You know I rock microphones Like they got back bones And I'll roll on your shore like some bisquit dough Yea you study writin' styles off the next man's flow Think your Jackson But your name ain't Bo I'm only hittin' chick fine as Madalin Stowe Got a closet in my crib where the hydrophonic grow Act like you know Lee toast the chronic It ain't the season The reasons strictly economic So pour the jinn and tonic Pump the Tony Bennet If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it I'll make ya hot and spicy like some wavos rancheros Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros And if the Knicks are winnin' Then Spike Lee's grinnin' Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin' Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts Some People think I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money