Stroll up to the corner, bump into this dude.
Say boy, you betta watch where you walkin, FOOL! So
I slide around and what do I behold
G Muthafuckin’ Wizard all dressed in gold.

Sup bro name’s Wiz, I like to hook up the beats
It’s mah Bizness – Slip into my Benz, G
I gotta tape in my pocket. you mind? Drop it
The beat starts throbbin n’ our heads start bobbin’

Threw my pinky in air, He knew the code!
Threw his hand straight back Hooked pinkies wit my bro!
We kicked back spittin’, the beat starts smokin’
I bust gold dubs and we both start tokin’

Roll It – Mmm sticky ass shit
Light it – Go on, ‘n take a li’l hit.
Inhale – and you just feel richer
Exhale – all you see’s gold glitter iSS GOLD

Babies and bros, bitches and ho’s
douchebags n’ pricks, are all in the know
Ya grand-ma’s heard us on the radio
Everybody knows, this shits gold

Preachers and geeks, jews muslims sikhs
President elect, the pope and the freaks
If gold’s the peak, then we livin’ in snow
Everybody knows, this shits gold

There’s some crazy ass shit that’s about to go down.
So we sit back, relax, push the pedal to the max.
Gotta get out of town – real – soon, yaoooow!
I heard you ol’ lady’s been lookin for you.”

Punchin’ down the freeway, you’s a wanted man
G Wiz, what’s the plan? This is how it goes down.
I know the place where we can get the remedy.
I got a lair in the hills, but don’t cha tell my enemies.

So we marched in to see, and what do you know.
The table was stacked with bricks of gold.
The place was stocked – This cave in the rocks
with maps and scrolls, and booty, that’s GOWLD!!

Gonna bust through the stitches. Break the seams.
So what’s the plan? I’m the man who’s gonna run this scheme.
But you know I can’t tell you til’ the third verse CURSES!
Blurt it out now! Why you bein’ such a JERK!?

Now hold up a minute, don’t question my ways
I know the means we will use to obtain
The secret of the rap game. Whoa, you read my brain.
You know how to make a record more raw than cocaine?

We’ll form the dream team. KEMO TREATS coming at ya.
Rockin’ hardcore like dicks, we bustin’ out the flow
But there’s one thing, boy, that you just don’t know
and you haven’t been told – so put this party on hold. – Iss Gold.

Babies and bros, bitches and ho’s
douchebags n’ pricks, are all in the know
Ya grand-ma’s heard us on the radio
Everybody knows, this shits gold

Preachers and geeks, jews muslims sikhs
President elect, the pope and the freaks
If gold’s the peak, then we livin’ in snow
Everybody knows, this shits gold

Please, tell me what I need to know to make our record raw
In three simple steps to make the ladies drop their drawers
Step 1 – Take this beat and lace it with gold, so (twinkling gold sound)
its shiny and bold, mixed right. Like a casserole?

Step 2 – Write ya licks on gold leaf paper!
You roll that shit up with the herbs to make the vapour!
Step 3 – Press the disc outta one gold brick,
Then dupe that motherfucker, THIS SHIT SOUNDS SICK!

That’s how we got started and you know you can’t stop it.
clean it, lock it, spin it, drop it
hit ya local record store you know they gonna stock it
rocks ya socks off, ladies flock to hear the jocks talk it UP!

As the biggest thing since Sega Genesis.
5 minutes ago, I coulda never picture these
Golden beats that we
Pumpin’ through your stereo

Iss Gold.

 

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