[verse 1] Who dat who dat, the nigga you been waitin 4. I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago. Rappers is bull shittin. fuck it, I ain’t hatin though Cuz Now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satin’s hoes/ & She cant tell the difference. I been through hell conditions. Wishin for air conditions feelin God was never listenin. Now I’m on television And did I fail to mention? Your bitche is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission. Speakin of positions Just witness how i elevated. Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it. My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn. But then i redecorated, that means my tables turn. Live life, might as well, only way to learn. is try and fail clientele the only way to earn. so if you’re sellin crack.. or if you’re sellin rap. make sure it’s mean so them fiends keep on trailin back.
(chorus) who dat who dat bitch i got the flame (x3) so dont worry bout no muthafuckin name
[verse 2] The Mind state of a winner. When you thinkin bout summertime i’m thinkin bout the winter. When you thinkin bout breakfast, I’m heatin up my dinner. I was plottin this moment back when yall was ridin spinners. Now I’m a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I’m insane, yup. Hungry like the nigga who ain’t got the taste of fame yet. Cloud told me “ain’t you roc? well where the fuck yo chain at?” Guess it’s somethin like your girl, it aint came yet. The man make the chain chain dont make the man how many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame the cloth from which we came me and them is not the same Like we all headed to spain, they took the boat nigga i took the plane.Dang That boy sick.Now Hoes on his joystick. Heatin up like may weather dog i’m on that floyyd shyt. Boy stick, to ya day job. Said you was hot but they lied. Is that ya girl? Well I just g’d her/jeter no a rod.
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(Andre 3000) Now who else wanna **** with hollywood cole
[verse 3] The lil engine that could this lil nigga is good rappers claiming they sick i heal niggas for good a couple of yall aint took a field trip to the hood ay me im fresh prince im will smith to the hood Baby! aint sayin names but we not the same all that money and the fame dont change the fact that u lame might wanna grab you a chain wanna tip up your hat might wanna purchase some game homie your shit is so wack!!! i got my finger on the trigger tell that nigga hold datt boy im picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak hey so anything you can do i can do better and any chick you can screw i can get wetter im young black get to live my life on the run! bet ya bottom dollar before im done they say that im the oneeeeeee yeah nigga im the onee HA!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
