If you have to ask

A wanna be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in the eye He's not my kinda guy Never be Confusion proof Pudding's sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With a backslide dew said Yo homie Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On boredom's face And a little lust To the fucky ass flea bass Most in the race Just lose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask You'll never know