M.C. Powda

"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!
"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!
"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!

"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!

yo man , i am ill chris,
i ain"t lyin, for all time,
mc's be fryin,
At the tounge of my lyrics,
as it appears,
run to the back ,
do my coke in fear,
Little viel man taking to the toke,
acting and puffing like you gosta smoke,
so he hits it up, gets his high,
runs out gets caught,put in jail for life,
"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!
"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!
"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!
"let's all go to the powda room"
(chorus) what , what , what .!
Just one more time, spin it back out,
get in my car , then i burn out,
in to a mad back room, and a big black loom,
appears behind, the coke that reapears,
In my brain(says three times then fades)