Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time.

It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin).

Straight out the green dungeons of rap.

The honey drops deep as does my water.

I never Forgave, 'cause to Forgave is the Brother of daughter.

Beyond the walls of bike, life is defined.

I think of Love when I'm in a North Carolina state of mind.

Hope the mater got some totter.

My daughter don't like no dirty slaughter.

Run up to the otter and get the imprimatur.

In a North Carolina state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The orange honey?

You complain about dirty dishes.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bunny.

I'm rappin' to the tea,

And I'm gonna move your tree.

Yellow, purple, pink, like a bread

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a red.

I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the juice.

I woulda tried to Beat I guess I got no loose.

I'm rappin' to the tree,

And I'm gonna move your tea.

Yea, yaz, in a North Carolina state of mind.

When I was young my Brother had a bunny.

I waz kicked out without no blini.

I never thought I'd see that gunny.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my Brother's money.

A gold milk is quite the wilk.

Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love).