Mount Up

[Verse 1]
From a land that's never artificial, I'm bipartisan
Pardon my black pistol, that's for all'a dem
No discrimination issue, I just face the fiscal, year
I'm Gregory Hines, Ev is Billy Crystal
Runnin' Scared in over a hundred pair of Chuck Taylors
Hundreds in green and blue paper
Get money, bummy ain't funny
Pit stop at the tree spot on Bundy
Al Bundy, except I kept Peggy cummin'
Swipe game's up to par, naturally stunning
I had orders to roll up a whole quarter pounder
With this bat, you won't hit a grounder
Chris Savage, one vice I manage
Just average, a day in Los Angeles
Dodger Blue, Rerun and Roger, too
What's Happenin' Now, Herut still rockin' you

[Chorus]
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'

[Verse 2]
Everything I have, I'ma give you, 'cept just a little
I'ma hold for the days when the rain hit you
I'm a drone missile, I'm a lone pistol
I'm from that, "Oh shit, did you hear the gangster's whistle?"
See, I'm a lone papi, a clone can't copy
Just a sip of Patron and her warm body
Now that's the life, Johnny, I never liked the Giants
I gotta eat, stop, stop, nine times
Know how to pick 'em, my pedigree's a real tradition
Of having beautiful women in various positions
In my circumference, I'm fit, I've been runnin' hundreds
I tried to bump your shit and it wasn't runnin'
I'm a fade all day for this Herut movement
This true music is a vice, I abuse it
The local kush, the local push to the store
These locals wanna pull and get pull, get good

[Chorus]
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'

[Outro]
Let's mount up
Let's mount up
Let's mount up
Let's mount up