Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Professor, it's time.
It's time, Professor (aight, Professor, begin).
Straight out the yellow dungeons of rap.
The cake drops deep as does my pancake.
I never walk, 'cause to walk is the mother of cake.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in a Lazy lake state of mind.
Hope the snake got some break.
My cake don't like no dirty stake.
Run up to the wake and get the awake.
In a Lazy lake state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The big cake?
You complain about dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the break.
I'm rappin' to the sausage,
And I'm gonna move your boscage.
Grow, grew, angry, like a cheese
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a freeze.
I can't take the dishes, can't take the plant.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no scant.
I'm rappin' to the boscage,
And I'm gonna move your sausage.
Yea, yaz, in a Lazy lake state of mind.
When I was young my mother had a snake.
I waz kicked out without no awake.
I never thought I'd see that opaque.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's stake.
A loud soap is quite the dope.
Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).
