| THE LUMBERJACK |
| R. Lawson, P. Nash, B. Jones, W. Bell Produced by Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich Recorded and Mixed by Adam Gazzola & Rich Keller at Rampant Recording Studio, NY, NY Performed by Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Born Under a Bad Sign by New Orleans Heat |
| Verse 1 |
| Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go) Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low Freaking all the funk cause my man's a funk freaker Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker Skills on the hills so I guess he steals a crew If you're on his dick, don't fret, I'm on his dick, too Got a bag of tricks, but he ain't pulling rabbits Rabbits is endowed with the sexual habits Took a long time in his room spinning records Shit's going on, pumps fatter than a heifer Chop chop he go, chopping it up like Sam the Butcher Next thing you know the record chop like a hooker Hits on the table, yeah Rich with the quick hand Understand this, he ain't the ordinary rap man Bringin on the wizard in Brooklyn's chop shop Listen to the Lumberjack record go chop |
| Verse 2 |
| Tell me, toss another record on the platter Have to see him swing it, swinging like a hook and ladder Mister Prime Matter fueling up with only liquor Better keep your papes in your pocket or we vic ya Busting off shots in the backyard of Brooklyn Chopped by the hoes, only hoes that's good looking He move crowds overseas, even immigrants Seen him in his 300 Benz with the tints Think you want to step to the Lumberjack? That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks Rich'll place your ass in a DJ receptacle run a Lumberjack and just chop off your testicle You want to get with the master chopper? Better get a kung-fu tutor little grasshopper Heard your cuts and your cuts is kinda sloppy Better get your ticket, watch the Rich get choppy |
| Verse 3 |
| Lumber, lumber, Jack and I be nimble Hurt you like a whiffle ball and bring it to a sequel Shadows, shadows, know where Daddy Rich lurks first got a gold touch like Mrs. Butterworth You said he couldn't, but he said "I got wood" I think I can, I think I can, no I could Yell timber, cause your wood is slimmer Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave. On the wax and vibrate like a pager Mr. Daddy Rich to you, and you can call him all of Paul Bunyun your stumbling over stumps, so watch him fall Yes y'all, he got the skills to spin So yo ho ho and a bottle full of Cisco Can't find the grooves in a spasm while I'm rhyming Up the track Lumberjack and on the dime timing |