[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Get ready, Madlib laced it (Ha)
Hot for the summer, straight from the basement
Bang it, turn it up loud 'til you feel it
Flagrent, play it for the broad you chill with
Guilty—let 'em know now that I'm coming
Raised in a dungeon, blazing the function
Stones Throw gave me the push that I needed
Now I stay weeded, chumps stay seated
We stay heated, strapped for the gunplay
Fire [?]
Church, but I don't preach on a Sunday, nope
I hand off styles like a run play, dope
Quarterback straight to the Super Bowl
Lay kingpins out with the Ruger, roll
In the alley, mack these airhead
Hoes in the valley, pimpin' hard
Guard dog for those that's in my yard
Retreat or you get sent to die
Baseball bets might ditch or dive
Stare down cats I'm meant to rob
Voice of the vandals, rep for the have-nots
Scavengers show me that cash spot
Shake down, give me that dough and we out
Now y'all rap cats know we about that paper!
[Outro]
Stones Throw
Guilty Simpson, motherfuckers
Madlib!