Prozac

[Verse 1] Stop as I drop this bomb Blow up this place like another vietnam I'm heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome Back up son, now give me room, give me room I set it off like this, don't give it up (uh) I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough I'm real hard to the bone you want more I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door Phat flavor for your brain you know the time So check the wrath it's for real cause I'm gonna get mine I roll up on you like eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood I spreads butter like parkay Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay Do what you feel and check the skill I'm in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser When you're rolling through the hood I know you're gonna use a Track like this all up in your eardrum So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum [Chorus] We gets crazy like prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack We gets crazy like prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack We gets crazy like prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack We gets crazy like prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack [Verse 2] Go and check it I think it's time to wreck it Here I come again with my stuff, so let's test it I'm cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor No slippin, no stonin, I am gettin to the point So hit the mad ism and light another joint The easy like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good grip in Get with a style I be using, and there's no dissin And here's a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson Listen up close and there'll be no confusion Now you're addicted to mentally abusing Word to the mother I'm hear to tear it up And if you can't get with it, I don't give a fuck So run to your crew and tell them I am hear This here is for the people [Chorus] It's the funky rhyme killer The dope song thriller Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya It's the funky rhyme killer The dope song thriller Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya It's the funky rhyme killer The dope song thriller Get your ass back, before you get caps in ya [Chorus]