Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Chocolate Wallos Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Aiyo son, I rock chocolate wallos without the laces Walk out of Cochran's court with smiling faces It's Theodore, grand son Beat Street the Fifth Got the gift to season your broth and stay stiff Rock beats til the Towers is built, hundred plus While Halle Berry get dick late night on the Bang Bus We, cuss the church and cop lights from the candle box Spot your cowards like pox, been through more Dirt than rocks, stole my style from the blocks Rubberband stashed in my socks, I'mma ox I'm animal, beast, to say the least If you down with the Unit, then your palm get greased, man It's Theodore, we walk the floor Coming to your town, I'm ready to make scores One gun, two gun, three guns, four All over the town, ready to get more