เนื้อเพลง What The F*ck Is This? - Mr.Cheeks

[Mr. Cheeks]:
First of all, I set this off on the right note
I wear no leather shoes, no leather white coat
It's your n*gga Cheeks, comin' from the slum
F*ckin' with the rest of them
You know the best of them's crumbs
A lotta slum rats been hit with slum cats
How much you wanna bet them faggots set them dumb tracks?
So what we been through go through and run through
So when I cop my jewelry, I gotta cop a gun too?
Certain faggot n*ggas I don't f*ck with anymore
Frontin' like they ain't seen nothin', I know many saw
Keep it low key, yeah these n*ggas know me
A motherf*ckin' O.D., I represent with O.B.
Basically, cause this n*gga's talkin' sh*t still
I bet when I drop my sh*t they see the sh*t's real
That n*gga Hid he did some sh*t, he did a long bid
Sex tennis suit is back aiyo it's on kid
My brother Wallie on the side he keep that heavy metal
N*ggas know when I come through I keeps it very ghetto
It's half trojan splayin', it's slow to relayin'
S*ckers frontin' like they rich, what that b*tch sayin'?
Players haters hatin' on us cause we jinglin' we're hot
Chicks were tinglin' we pop until they single then
Sing my n*gga's song, f*ck it once again it's on
Skills is what ya'll nigas need, got my weed and my Guiness on
Basically, man I say it all the time n*gga
Frontin' sh*t, but they can't rhyme--
Yo What The F*ck Is This??
Yeah, I like the way it goes down
Once again, these corny n*ggas always frontin' like they wanna brawl
Hey yo we come through they play the law
Yo what the f*ck is this?
Yeah, basically...
Tell 'em cousin
I go's the mile, my style's unlisted
This ain't no come back so don't get it twisted
We got horny, spend money, how the groove do?
Ya'll n*ggas see me doin' me, ya'll n*ggas who you?
You fast cool rap groups with ya rap troops
First of all where ya n*ggas get ya rap roots?
Forget playin' up, I'm stayin' up this ass
Pushin' rhymes hos, we takin' planes like that
(What the f*ck is this?)
A jiggy n*gga from Queens, where my heart zeams
My videos with some po's on boulevard scenes
Okay tag sh*t get paid before I rap sh*t
That n*gga from the slums, so I comes with some mack sh*t
My army jacket keep me covered, got my Timbs on
Hot sh*t up on my whip, that means the rims on 'em
Basically we steppin' hot to this sh*t
Basically man we got to this sh*t
Crumble sticky green inside this sweet backwards
Does that the lackers, it's rare how we attack cause
How that sh*t sound? my chick shot mid town
Write my own rhymes, nobody holds the kid down
First of all it's official how we ball
We be high and hot, yo this n*gga's tryin' not to fall
I could care less about your n*ggas news
Like I said do you but don't break the rules
Basically man I see it all the time
N*ggas sportin' shine but they can't rhyme
C'mon what the f*ck is this?
Yeah I like the way we bounce
We bring the hot sh*t
Aiyo, these corny n*ggas always frontin' like they ball
When we come through they play the wall
What the f*ck is this?
N*ggas frontin' like they hot, we come through we blow up the spot why not?
I do my thing, do it why we swing n*gga
(Basically man I see it all the time n*ggas sportin' shine but they can't rhyme)
What the f*ck is this?
I come through with the drop top
We perform real hip hop it don't stop
Listen these corny n*ggas always frontin' like they ball
When we come through they play the wall
Aiyo what the f*ck is this?
Yeah, word up, we hold the hot sh*t
We got sh*t in this ass...