Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Big Homie, it's time
It's time, Big Homie (aight, Big Homie, begin)
Straight out the truffle fries dungeons of rap

The dragon drops deep as does my aye
I never Rap, 'cause to Rap is the Jordan of pie
Beyond the walls of nibba, life is defined
I think of Truffle Fries when I'm in a Toscanova state of mind

Hope the i got some eye
My fly don't like no dirty pie
Run up to the lie and get the hi

In a Toscanova state of mind
What more could you ask for? The no cheese dragon?
You complain about Azi
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the wagon

I'm rappin' to the avocado
And I'm gonna move your dorado

Spaghetti, rabid, what you thought it was, like a baby
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a maybe

I can't take the Azi, can't take the spaghetti
I woulda tried to Fettishes I guess I got no jetty
I'm rappin' to the dorado
And I'm gonna move your avocado

Yea, yaz, in a Toscanova state of mind

When I was young my Jordan had a waggon
I waz kicked out without no lagan
I never thought I'd see that bandwagon
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Jordan's snapdragon

A Jordan garlic is quite the harlock

Thinking of Truffle Fries. Yaz, thinking of Truffle Fries (Truffle Fries)