^booty, booty, booty
   it's the money and the drugs
   but we ain't no thugs
   'cause we ain't got no drugs.
   Gotta make the money, make the money, make the money, gotta
   Gotta make the money, make the money, make the money, Now, Stat!
   Everybody's booty booty booty all the time.
   Rap ain't got no rhyme.
   ain't no reason
   ain't got time.
   it's the Thugalater, see ya later, chronic sonic manic panic.
   Farce!
   Ha haaa!
   (20 second rap)^