Pedro's Jam

Most of y'all might not know that I also compose raps/songs for others. I do not create the music but I've been approached to come up with words that fir the music/beat.

This one here is called Pedro's Jam, written for Pedro.

P to tha E,
then add a D
R and a O,
Jus so ya know
It's me, the P.
Try to F, G?
Dunno,
I don't think so, ya see

My name is P, and I'm in the cut
Spend all day starin' at the butt
But now I ain't a pervert
No sexual harassment
The P knows how to do this
There ain't no embarassment
P stares, but it's just simple
Can it be all, like the Wu in the 9 nickle
From the place where it's legalized
No smokin' only smoke is from my oven, right
Cookin' beef and eatin' crab
Got it made, so I begin to gab
Tone it down, just like a radio
In my Quest, never listen to 102 Jamz yo
Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? Huh?
Change the station? Sup wit' dat, huh?
No rap or pop, just gospel for me
The P, no cuss words and profanity
Lend me an ear y'all, just listen
To the words that the P be preachin'

P to tha E,
then add a D
R and a O,
Jus so ya know
It's me, the P.
Try to F, G?
Dunno,
I don't think so, ya see (2x)

So P got a automatic, for the garage door
No one breakin' in, chillin on the floor
While I groove to the gospel hits
Praise the Lord, for the delicious fish
That we eat for dinner, along with rice
And beans, and beef, twice as nice
Thrice, like the strikes in baseball
But I'm not out, because I stand tall
Which my height be, the six foot three
Should've played ball, but that's not me
I got a Sega, play Live 95
I'm a point guard, with the juke and jive
Jive to juba, and juba and back
Tell my kids never smoke crack
I stack, like the sandwich
Meat on the bottom, ain't got no hitch
When I eat it, it's down the drain
Just what they say, no pain no gain
When it's flowin, just like the fluid
The P starts to rhyme, let's do it

P to tha E,
then add a D
R and a O,
Jus so ya know
It's me, the P.
Try to F, G?
Dunno,
I don't think so, ya see (2x)

People make the world go round
The P got those loaded in the mound
Just like the ants, or a pitcher
Filled with water, from the teacher
That try to front, so we do battle
The fool think, that he can tattle
On me, because I'm the OG
Original gangster, with the gun see
But just a super soaker, not the real deal
No violence, just wanna eat my meal
Which is good, beef and chicken
We are the world, we are the children
Hit the new mall get more shirts
P layin' low, checkin out the skirts