This is a song about "La pornografia"

Used to call me the african don dada

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?