Name that lyric....

Hold up, slow up, stop, control Don't come unprepared I'll be there, Weatherman tellin' us It ain't goin rain So now we sittin in a drop top Soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin' somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget. Anything goes Be what you want to be Long that you know Consequences are given for livin Get a life, now they on sale. Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions With no answers Cure for Cancer Cure for AIDS Before your left adds up to a ball of power  Hello, Ghetto Let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo' Don't pull the thang out Unless you plan to bang, Don't even bang Unless you plan to hit something.