[Los] Can I get a Woosah please? Though I'm cooler than a poolside breeze They make me get so oog-a-lee When they acting like the truth not me Let me show these niggas who I be I'm the new Ali, the future Jay go Los, you Kobe, shoot your jay like Swiss, I'm Swiss, I'm switching modes Diss these chicks to get this dough, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick for sure Schizophrenic with the flow, been busting rhymes since Busta's rhyme Let me bust this rhyme trying to get some more Baby sip this more, hit this Chris with this piff, try this ex Drink this lean, try this crack, yup my swag as high as that Your favorite rapper, he's a joke, nigga, I don't even smoke I knocked on hip hop's door, no one was home, I had to leave a note Like bitch, I'm here, this my year, disappear, go get some skills I'm smooth, I'm cool, I'm slick, I'm chill I'm dope, I'm fresh, I'm sick, I'm ill Nigga, rap is mines, it's like these rappers mimes ’cause they ain't saying shit I'mma need to talk to these rappers’ moms, what's on these rappers minds? Why all these rappers lying? It's like a bunch of lies All in these rappers lines, I leave these rappers schooled Welcome to Swagger School and you ain't shit Without the big whip and flashy jewels, I'm whatever's after cool Then whatever's after that, I ain't on no funny shit You the one I'm laughing at, L-O-L, O-M-G, your jealousy is showing me That you could never grow to be as cold as me and vocally My potency's Metallica, you Jodeci, pussy nigga ovaries, who over me? I oversee from the U.S. to overseas and back again, platinum certified I murder guys then burglarize from Swaggerville Mass appeal, black Chevy, classic grill, black desey, bastard chill You bugging the master still, you sucker get clapped for real Now clap for real, applaud the King, I'm trying to bring my squad a ring You Carl Malone, long and gone, bitch I gets my balling on Watch what name you calling on and that's just a principle Or you gon’ be in trouble like the principal just called ya home Off the dome, pen or pad, iPhone it, Sidekick it Write it in your Blackberry or ancient hieroglyphics I kicks it doper, iller, lyrically Los a killer And I done stomped the monkey shit outta most gorillas ‘Cause they just baby apes, heart made of plastic Like some Bathing Apes, figure deal me real is real, fake is fake Niggas lied on me, bitches stepped on me Cowards hated on me, Diddy slept on me, Diddy-Diddy slept on me It could of broke my spirits, I could of broke down But I'm a nightmare, I bet these bitches woke now Or die dreaming, I being fly meaning Can't fall ‘cause I'm often sky walking, guys barking up the wrong tree You can't one on one me, nigga, better zone me Yeah, I kill at hype anger, I'm a life changer And you so Ray J, you must like Danger I tell these niggas that it's worse for the K I just murdered this shit like First 48 and I'm goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
