Verse One: J-Ro



I'm The Beer Rational Outta National



My Cash Flow Is Thick Like Mashed Potato-oes In The Gravy



Wsup Wavy, Thanks To My Homey King Tee-la



The Host Wit The Most, Im Coast To Coast Like Aunt Peela



The Cowboys Beat The Steelers So Nigga Where's My $50



Boom Bap To Your Cap If Your Eyes Is Lookin Shiftee



In This Game Of Rappin Your Ass Will Never Win



And Let You Play B-b Rickers Wit Quik, Suge And Mack 10



Who Need To Come Join These Words Like Conjunction



A Friend Before I Bring The End To Your Bodily Functions



When I Speak I Go Deep, Like When I'm Stabbin It



You Comin Up Empty Like Your Mother Hubbard's Cabinet



Cause You Keep Comin Wit Rhymes Guns So Deeply



Example Is The School Of Mankind Niggaz So Peep Me



You Range-Rovin, Tommy Hil And Bustin Glocks



While I'm In The Studio Bustin Lyrics In My Socks



And The A-C Is Broken, No Jokin



We Got The Worm Witout The Coke-in



The Fuckin DAT Machine Is Smokin



The Pizza Still Aint Here, We Out Of Beer



And I Think This Motherfuckin Engineer Is A Queer



And My Dip Is Blowin Up My Hip Whats Up Honey



(eh J-Ro The Land Lord Really Wants His Money)



AWW Shit



Chorus



Contents Under Pressure, Contents Under Pressure



I Hope For The Best And Expect The Worst



Get Stress Off My Chest Everytime I Bust A Verse



Verse Two: Tash



Ain't No Describin



The Way That Tash Be Feelin When He's Vibin



Be Feelin Like A Deadly Secret Agent On Assignment



Dont Fuck Wit Microfilms, I Want The Microphones And Tables



That Some Niggaz Stole While I Was At A Meeting Wit My Label



Cuz Tash Will Rock Your Cradle Wit The Fatal Rhymes That Pound



Put You Down Cuz Your Lyrics Suck More Than Divine Brown



While Im Off That Royal Crown Gettin