it ain't nothin but a ninety thing baby And all the hoes in the Point drive me crazy Can't fade me If they had a ten-foot pole I stroll down the block
been Don't touch wet paint Don't touch that dial [Old man] A rotten egg? Yecch, don't touch that! Never touch yellow snow Not even with a ten-foot pole
stronger, much stronger Long live the King, but the Lyte lives longer It's well argumented and well documented I hold the title of the best, you can't prevent it With a ten foot pole
Don't touch wet paint Don't touch that dial [Old man] A rotten egg? Yecch, don't touch that! Never touch yellow snow Not even with a ten-foot pole
Make you go Soul for soul Over mic control Kid you can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his jewels He was out to