So damn nasty Clean but kind of trashy Ghetto but classy Don't even ask me Or wonder what my caste be Peep at the Grassy Knoll Poppin the Patsy See me with Selassie Or hanging with Gatsby Reserved but flashy Calm yet crafty Quite, still chatty Smooth yet ashy Wavy and nappy Tense but relaxed B Allah must have mashed me up Perhaps He Put the mask on me such That you can't grasp me Sister to the Sally Or Mr. O'Malley A shorty on the corner Who would strip your whole chassis Brother, that's me Haighted like Ashby Straight to baggy Hardcore to jazzy From the pinnacle to valley With venerable savvy Cool to take a backseat But never let em pass me A walking contradiction Kind of contrasting Can't typecast the D Or put it pass me Never outlast me see But yet lastly My vision's so vast that the masses miscast me Always been an outcast So cats can't gas me Never been about cash But cash I amass see My naps still have me Subtle yet brashly Standing steadfastly You don't wanna ask me Nothing