He nonstop, and to the man Emos Def, you know he nonstop
To my man Enola, yo, he's nonstop
And to my kin De Calhoun, you know he nonstop
Yo, that girl MP, yo, she's nonstop
And to that crew Camp Lo, you know they nonstop
And to that buggin' Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudge Love, you know he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo, he's nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
That kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're nonstop
And my peoples Beatminerz, man, they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
And to, yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
And to Medina Green, yo, you're nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they nonstop
And don't forget Timbo King, yo, he nonstop
Let me tell you a little somethin' about the self (tell 'em, self)
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder
Why, back in the day, he would soak his words in ginger
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
Giving you kitties audible treats
You be aching for making more money than a pagan holiday
Not from the PJs, yet, I still got something to say
