"Message To A Drag Artist" lyrics

Yeah
Word to some of my former confidants, acquaintances, colleagues, and partners
Look at it any way you want, if you want
To look that is
Yeah, I peeped
But what I peeped wasn't game
What I peeped was pure, undiluted, and absolute
Porch monkey
Yeah, that's right
Porch monkey
Brothers whose sole purpose in life was to have no purpose
Opportunity knocked but these unindustrious ones were too busy humpin' some dirt miser to even think about answering the door
So Mr. Opportunity walks on to the next door
Leavin' another procrastinatin' would-be baller in his past
And me?
I was tryna play Mr. Clean-Up Man
I had love beyond my wisdom if you know what I mean
I opened my wallet and my studio
But you see the lazy ones don't look for ways to succeed
Just excuses not to
Hope you dig what I'm sayin'
So Mr. Buster
Mr. Buster, before you pick up that telephone and call Brother Something-other
And tell him Mix-A-Lot hailed you back
Pick your inactive, lethargic ass up and walk your ass to the kitchen sink
Fill it up with water, partner
Ain't nothin' to be scared off, fill it up with water
Check yourself
I led you to the water, boy
It's your job to drink
[*laughter*]