P.S.K. What Does It Mean?

PSK We're making that green People always say, what the hell does that mean? P for the people who can't understand How one homeboy became a man S for the way we scream and shout One by one i'm knocking you out K for the way my dj cutting Other mc's, nigga you ain't saying nothing Rocking on to the brink of dawn I think code money, your time is on PSK We're making that green People always say, what the hell does that mean? P for the people who can't understand How one homeboy became a man S for the way we scream and shout One by one i'm knocking you out K for the way my dj cutting Other mc's, nigga you ain't saying nothing Rocking on to the brink of dawn I think code money, your time is on Driving in my car down the avenue Towing on a j, sipping on some brew Turned around, see the fly young lady Pull to the curb and park my Mercedes Said "fly lady, now you're looking real nice" Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice" Told her my name was mc schoolly d All about making that cash money She said, schoolly, I know your game Heard about you in the hall of fame I said, "Mama, mama, I tell you no lies Cause all I wanna do is to get you high And uh - lay you down and do the body rock Took a walk to the corner, got into the car Took a little trip to a fancy bar Copped some brew, some j, some coke Tell you now, brother, this ain't no joke She got me to the crib, she laid me on the bed I fucked her from my toes to the top of my head I finally realized the girl was a whore Gave her ten dollars, she asked me for some more PSK We're making that green People always say, what the hell does that mean? P for the people who can't understand How one homeboy became a man S for the way we scream and shout One by one I'm knocking you out K for the way my dj cutting Other mc's, nigga you ain't saying nothing Rocking on to the brink of dawn I think code money, your time is on Clinton road one saturday night Towing on a cheeba I was feeling alright Then my homie-homie called me on the phone His name is chief keith, but we call him bone Told me 'bout this party on the southside Copped my pistol, jumped into the ride Got at the bar, copped some flack Copped some cheeba-cheeba, it wasn't wack Got to the place, and who did I see A sucker-ass nigga trying to sound like me Put my pistol up against his head And said, "You sucker-ass nigga I should shoot you dead" A thought ran across my educated mind Said, man, schoolly ain't doing no time Grabbed the microphone and I started to talk Sucker-ass nigga, man, he started to walk PSK We're making that green People always say, what the hell does that mean? P for the people who can't understand How one homeboy became a man S for the way we scream and shout One by one I'm knocking you out K for the way my DJ cutting Other MC's, nigga you ain't saying nothing Rocking on to the brink of dawn I think Code Money, your time is on

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