You Play Too Much (Skit)
One two, one two, ladies and gentlemen, I am Chris Rock
With my man Prince Paul chillin' in Brooklyn
It is my pleasure, it is my treat (mm-hmm), it is my honor
To introduce to you the man that needs no introduction
Of course he don't need an introduction
Or else you wouldn't have bought the goddamn album (mm-hmm)
Ladies and germs get ready for the Ticallion Stallion (mmm)
A.K.A. Johnny Blaze (mmm)
A.K.A. The Iron Lung (mmm)
A.K.A. Mr. Kincaid (huh?)
A.K.A. Mr. Weatherby (what the fuck?)
A.K.A. Mr. Hankey (huh?)
A.K.A. Mr. Tibbs (ayy yo, get that nigga off the stage now)
A.K.A. Marla Gibbs
(Oh my baby)
A.K.A. The Say Hey Kid (still goin', son of a bitch)
A.K.A. The Frisco Kid (security release the hounds)
A.K.A. Kid Dynamite (hey get that dog outta here)
A.K.A. Grandma Dynamite (fuck that, release the dolphins out this mothafucker)
A.K.A. Velvet Jones (not the dolphins)
A.K.A. Jojo Dancer (fuckin dead arm him)
A.K.A. Joe-Ski love
Do-doo-do-do-do-doo-do-do-doo
A.K.A. Ron Hightower (damn)
A.K.A. Heatmiser (burn him)
A.K.A. Donny Brasco
A.K.A. Donny Most
A.K.A. Donny Osmond
A.K.A.
(If you can't say it all, just say Meth, stupid
You play too fuckin' much)