Back once again, I put the paper to the pen
They used to Ben but now they call me Co-Z
Never knew a nigger that could bust a doper rhyme
Drinkin' my Corona with a slice of lime
Said, "Yo baby, you lookin' so fine
I'd like to get ta splackin' but I aint got the time."
Outside my funky house lies a canopy
I'm bustin' rhymes so blind that nobody can see me
Got bitches lined up to ride in my car
The ones who got funky, you know who you are
You best give me the props that I deserve
You're the butler, I'm the nigga upstairs that you serve
So bow down, bow down, bow the fuck down
Like Lionel Playworld I'll turn that frown upside down
If you aint got the shoes, you aint got the shimmy
Did you come to fuck around, or give me what you came to give me
I got my 38 oz. of I.B.C.
I got my gun in your face so don't fuck with me
Da name is Prozach, and I can't be faded
'Cause I bust the funky shit until you all extrapolate it
Comin' at ya live like Tesla
I'd like to take you upstairs and undress ya
For those of you out there not concerned with your health
Ya better watch your ass, 'cause the dawg sto' mah shef