Transcript (en)

As down the glen, one Easter morn, to a city fair, oh die. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo. But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy jiboo No no no notorious The foggy dream room Notorious Never choose to, Bruce Cruz who? Do something to us, talk go through us Girls want to us, wanna do us, screw us, who us? Yeah, Papa and Pop, close like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch Yeah, I squeeze three at your Cherry M3, bang every MC easily Take that, take that, take that, take that, take that, take that We should leave, niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' so I just speak my piece, keep my peace Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my neeps, hackin', askin' who want it? Ask if we want it, you got it, nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Diggy, diggy, diggy, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they're broken, you're so f***