text: Uh
  Take a sip
  Whaaat? Uh
  I know youre thinkin, Well, goddamn, what he drinkin?
  The crooked letter, no other beer feel better
  I used to be a hustler, now Im a twenty-two brew guzzler
  Other beers, Im not lovin ya
  Forget the great taste thats less fillin
  Id rather have some Ides and some dimes in the crib chillin
  Or in the six relaxin, honeys in the back
  Crackin six-packs, rubbin my back
  Big Poppa, you all that - thats what they whisper
  Hey mister, do you have the beer with the eye on the twister?
  He points to the freezer, me bein a playa
  Big Poppa, show stoppa, throw ya cans in the air!
  From Bed-Stuy to Van Nuys
  St. Ides make eyes droop like Chinese, so why try these?
  Other beers just dont pass the test
  S-T dot I-D-E to the S
  And Im out!