Shorty, let me tell you about my only vice: It has to do with lots of lovin', and it ain't nuttin' nice.

So concisely, musically we are the herb So sit back and light me. Inhale... My style's kinda fat, reminiscent of a whale.

You never know: rain, sleet, hail, snow, See you gotta accept that's how things go. Prepare for the rainy day, or the sun's glow, But there's clouds movin' in and the clouds gonna blow.

Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me We in like that, you're dead like Presley

The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket, Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it

One step at a time, a man walked on the moon. One record got played, Kool Herc said, 'Boom!'

Ayo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep

How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Well, it's kind of simple: just remain your own. Or you'll be crazy sad and alone.

So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher, And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer