Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much
I don't know what, they want from me
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, from the C to the A to the D D Y
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
I though I told you that We won’t stop
Now, who's hot who not
Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky