PICK UP ON LINE 6

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
So I’m calling up my agent
I had to get my agent on the line (Hello?)
He said, “We back up in the duffle
But don’t let these niggas take another dime”
I said fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em off
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take a loft
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em off
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take a loft

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I had a dream about it back in the city when I was [payin'?] age
In sixth grade, sucking on titties instead of playing games
You harder than me? Not too many niggas say the same
If God took a week and some change then you can wait a daaay
(You can wait
You know what you waiting on, let's fucking get it)
I’m the bee’s knees, sip this dick’s drip like it’s Riesling
I pull my bootstraps now my whip got the GLE
I want my enemies just to leave or to be deceased
And if this MAC-10 break wind, it’ll be a breeze
I ash ‘em like the tip of a Fronto
SSNs and DOBs get me a condo
I stay with the cream and cheese like a little cilantro
Now I’m calling up my agent, he say, “What do you want, bro?”

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
So I’m calling up my agent
I had to get my agent on the line (Hello?)
He said, “We back up in the duffle
But don’t let these niggas take another dime”
I said fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em off
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take a loft
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em off
Fuck it I’ll take ‘em all
Fuck it I’ll take a loft

(I had to join her [?], know what I'm sayin'?)

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Aye
Like Jada said, just follow the verse
And we ain’t never seen a Brinks truck follow a hearse
The word I’m working is heard as a gift or a curse
Before you bite a rhyme of mine, pray over it first (Amen)
[Curtis-owned?] Cutlass, the rims don’t touch it
Nigga, when you buy something, make it make you more money
And that’s off the dribble with a pull-up jumper
Only drinking spring water and my skin looks lovely
Bust it out the wrapper [bunt?] the dope like a [custy?]
Gotta put Hammer pants on your hands just to touch me
Line dance stepper, we some ballroom hustlers
Had to put some cheese on it, whole loafs, no onions