Lyrics
Come with the I
Look out man
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Luva MC gonna get you high
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Pussy and cootie better look to the sky
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Luva MC gonna get you high
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Pussy and cootie better look to the sky
One box of Bensons, I'm cessin' the beat
I push my pen until my pen sees mills
They tell me don't talk money 'cause money too ghastly
But don't you ask me where my arse be
My hot seats, ten thousand degrees of yearning need
Gimme, gimme my fees
How can I wanna lead amongst all of these discrepancies?
Is he king? Is he prince? Is he dude?
Can't tell me nothing, just kiss my cord root
I see their game and all that they stand for
But do they know what Rebel I's planned for?
He's on another realm, he's on another plane
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Luva MC gonna get you high
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Pussy and cootie better look to the sky
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Luva MC gonna get you high
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Pussy and cootie better look to the sky
Mr. Money Grip from the abstract scene
Can't remember nothing 'cause I'm much too lean
Step into the place with roots by cuisine
Rock groove come out and I rock on come in
You say I'm a heart but I might get mean
I've been true to the core since I was a young teen
Some might consider me a boom-bip fiend
Even in the cold I be eating ice cream
I'm not your shouty rapper man, Smit don't scream
I'm passionate like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
I'm a lil' black bloke, I'm never over keen
I do my thing, I do my thing
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Luva MC gonna get you high
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Pussy and cootie better look to the sky
Loaded, loaded, me oh my
Luva MC gonna get you high