"You Play Too Much (Skit)" lyrics

One two, one two, ladies and gentlemen, I am Chris Rock
With my man Prince Paul chilling in Brooklyn
It is my pleasure, it is my treat (mm hmm), it is my honor
To introduce to you the man that needs no introduction
Of course he don't need an introduction
Or else you wouldn't have bought the god damn album (mm hmm)
Ladies and germs get ready for the Ticallion Stallion (mm)
A/K/A Johnny Blaze (mm)
A/K/A The Iron Lung (mm)
A/K/A Mr. Kincaid (Huh?)
A/K/A Mr. Weatherby (What the fuck?)
A/K/A Mr. Hankey (Huh?)
A/K/A Mr. Tibbs (Hey yo, get that nigga off the stage now!)
A/K/A Marla Gibbs
Oh my baby!!!
A/K/A The Say Hey Kid (Still going... son of a bitch!)
A/K/A The Frisco Kid (Security! Release the hounds!!)
A/K/A Kid Dynamite (hey get that dog outta here!)
A/K/A Grandma Dynamite (Fuck that, release the dolphins out this motherfucker)
A/K/A Velvet Jones (not the dolphins!)
A/K/A JoJo Dancer (Fucking dead-arm him)
A/K/A Joe-ski Love
Do-doo-do-do-do-doo-do-do-doo
A/K/A Ron Hightower (Damn...)
A/K/A Heatmiser (Burn him!)
A/K/A Donny Brasco
A/K/A Donny Most
A/K/A Donny Osmond
A/K/A
(If you can't say it all, just say Meth. You play too fuckin' much, Pookie.)