Off Yo Azz on Yo Feet - Large Professor

Sitting in the big house filling his mouth

Then he got up and went to go chill on the couch

And watch TV, lit up a blunt, was not breathing

Airways, for days kid, looked like a three-ring

Circus act, look at the shirt on his back

Need a neck smack, used to walk out the left rack

Now he can’t even walk to the store

Need a vehicle, next he gon need a miracle

Some villains he was banging with was ill

Cause they laughed behind his back and then go to his crib and chill

And watch him smoke more and drink more

And think poor without saying shit to the boy

I seen him one day, making my way to the city

Looking like he was doing self-pity

Said man, throw the self-pity pit in the can

Basically, in a nutshell, this is what I’m saying

You gotta get off yo ass

You gotta get on your

You gotta get off yo ass

You gotta get on your feet

It’s going, it’s going, it’s going, it’s gone

Opportunity only once come along

Some every-odd years, wherever I is

I seize the moment to see some Roman

Numerals, in piles and piles

With the creamy French dressing or Thousand Isles

All salad, unravel a bank roll and pile it

Then go and get another stack, rolling with the wolf pack

Main street blessings, effervescence

Ever since God called me back to the lessons

I flourished, stepped with courage, to get

Or richer, in either direction, you get the picture

Crystal-clear like diamond wristwear

Another hot heat-seeking missile for your ear

On fire, on the flyer in big letters is

L-A-R-G-E, bringing the medicine

Been banging ever since riots out in Cali

Remember in 85, was at the rally

Traveled the globe and the worlds beyond

Not dissing, just listen to the words in the song

Another public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood Large

Professor

Get off yo ass, and get on yo feet!

And keep your beat to the street!