MoleDmc & JimShimmer - Yes Ya'll (Top Shelf Blues) 2001

Well it's the JE backin' I can hear ya toe tappin' all ya hands I hear clappin', ya mama's ass I been slappin' I'm a packin', for all you fucks that didn't know, it's the way it's gonna go from the JE to the Mole. Well yo I be the one in the alley dressed in black, with a gat, waitin' for ya ass to come back. You get slapped, bleedin' all around the floor, ya girlies screamin' no but she's the next one to go. Ha! I don't usually speak like this but my mama's out... "oh shit she's back man, get the smoke out of the window.. bitch, put ya fuckin' clothes on!"

CHORUS

Haha! where was I? Oh yes, sippin' on Crystal with fingers up ya bitch dress. I don't need to act round here to impress, just try some of this cess, I bought it myself it's the best. You boy's wanna little score of this draw, well shut ya fuckin' mouth and close that fuckin' door, and listen close, if you choose to ignore the hardcore metaphors I'll kick ya fuckin' out the door. And if you listen, well, man my vocals put ya brain up in the faetal position, your on a quick lesson of my aggression, and if you walkin' down the street they'll be no second-guessin'. Who that? me, the JE, who's rippin' up the tracks in Chi-city, you fools with me? Cos I'm the only one who really knows whats goin' on ya fools are highly strung yo Mole-D, let's break 'em off-a some..

I wake up in the morning and I ask myself will I have to buy a mag from the top-shelf? I know the answer to that though, clothes incognito, time to make my to the Texaco. I'm dreamin' of the top-shelf whores with dirty draws, guarded by the automatic doors, somebody's paws, been through this mag before, greasy finger-prints on the front I saw. These girls they be calling me, "Mole-D, no need to be lonely.. I know you want to bone me". So I pick up that copy of Men Only, and I go and hit the nearest WC. Instead I picked up a copy of Fiesta, hopin' I might see a wife from Chichester, slapped it on the counter like a fired-upMole, hopin' nobody wanna buy petrol. The clerk looked like Butthead, skin all pasty, but I can't be hasty with ladies so tatsy. "Hurry up, man! I ain't got all night, need to read porn stories by the soft moonlight." He looked at me, with his lazy eye, see, looking like he wanna ask me for I.D., "are you over 18?" i said "Hell, yeah! I'm 20 in 3 weeks, got plenty of hair, down there, mad stare, I gave, ya fuckin' breath haha! ya better save. Lying in a grave is where you will be if you don't sell that porno mag to the MoleDmc.

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