[Common]
   I'm a Jake, I don't bake a cake
   I'm not a cake daddy, you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
   with a drop top, see when I hoe hop, I kick it to the bus stop (what?)
   and it's goodie goodie gumdrops
   I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
   I'm skippin over every other dip as if it's
   hop hop hop hop hop hop hop, hop, hopscotch, watch
   Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl
   She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.)
   Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin?
   I'm doin fine.
   Oh word? What's your name?
   Rayshel.
   Why don't you come over to the house so I can put you in the
   BUCK BANG!
   Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second
   You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked
   in my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom
   Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max Headroom
   Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer
   I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin the
   vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix
   I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens
   I find it beneficial; not to force the issue
   I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue
   Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential
   If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
   cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop
   And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock
   I'm like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But Cock
   I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a Reebok
   Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog
   And when I Duke it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog
   Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! pain
   That's the sound of the Caravan... running the train
   yeahhhh yeahh, bitch
   That's the sound of the Caravan, running the train
   Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye!
   Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh!
   Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve
   Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve
   Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve
   De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve
   JuJu got tricks up my sleeve
   The Nubian Nut got tricks up my sleeve
   Com Sense got tricks up my sleeve
   ("Wait... I got another trick up my sleeve")
   [Rayshel]
   I'm not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' better
   for head of the class
   And if you ask me I'm not tryin ta be drastic
   I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm concerned about your
   plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know
   And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it dope
   Frontin so your friends won't know that you got the 86
   so you call me a bitch
   You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids
   I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups
   I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm like
   Al B. stud, cause if I'm not your lover or your friend
   don't try to spend, waste your time
   tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin mine
   So find a new type puss, cause if I don't like you
   you ain't gettin service G, this ain't the drivethru
   Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
   Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
   Move on black brotha move on
   You gotta move on black brotha move on