Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much
I don't know what, they want from me
Can't no PHD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky
Now, who's hot who not
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
I though I told you that We won’t stop
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, from the C to the A to the D D Y