[Intro]
The original... ahhh.....
Let them n***as know how you livin

[Verse 1]
I split ya wig then shape it up
Fill it wit good things I bring then tape it up
Believe us it's the beat batterer with the flow
Breaking into instrumental mindstates so
Another dollar another day
Some brothas wanna play
Others choose to parlay
Either way it's all good they say
So me, I be loungin, youthful like a fountain
The hardcore adore
Bumpin' out ya monitor
Poppin a thermometer in the night fever
I keeps a bag of cheeba inside my pocket
So when I feel the urge to get nice, then I spark it
Word to god this so real to how I'm livin'
No doubt they bout to catch a bad decision
You can't front, cuz I'm on a head hunt
All year and all month, wit the blood, so whatchu want

[Chorus]
The original, baby pa ya'll
Check it out
The original, baby pa ya'll
[Verse 2]
A sip of liquor, and I become the mic gripper
Wild like the OJ Simpson trial, pal(now?) figure
Meanwhile I hold the vile style, or the card(?)
To chomp and bite, till their heads feel like
I trap(chop?) a kite to my man cuz we tight
And think about the things that they had brang in the night
Dreams make me worry if my visions blurry
So if I feel it in my hood, does that make me smart?
You never know what kinda flavors in the mission
Money, sex or murder, true facts I'm fixin'
Once the rhyme clickin', then I'm lyric lickin'
Stickin' and movin', to the groove that's loopin
Scoopin the honey dips come fine wit the juicy lips
Jimmy hats for them contagious putie cats
It ain't nothin but the (dog?) like Blackstreet
In the car, in the bed, or on the loveseat

[Chorus]
The original, baby pa ya'll
Check it out
The original, baby pa ya'll

[Verse 3]
Extreme satisfaction, wit the mic
Good fashion, and overpass the trash
I (?) with a passion
There' certain shit I'm not havin'
It's not a laughn' matter
The sytle I kick is fatter
People, (rapper type?), be alerted
The clip is inserted and with accuracy G, I squirt it
Perfect timin', (?)
(flippin?) the script like that man in The Shining
A natural force of habit sets off the magic
Faggots that want static'll have to take drastic
Measures, it will be my pleasure to do you harm
Exposive, my motive, effective like a charm
Word is bond, make no mistakes how I'm, fadin fakes
The undercover jakes bones' break when I demonstrate
Not even too soon or too late
With the '95 style vibratin through the ground