[Verse 1:] Wake up and smell the coffee It's a new nigga in town Gotta shake them haters off me You know how Boosie get down I'm anit-social, nigga Don't fuck with none of you clowns You play some games, nigga Well I got a hundred-some rounds I drop hit after hit, bitch And it's amazing Jump up in that coochie now Lil Boosie in amazement Ask about me, nigga I live this If it's coming out my mouth, it's some real shit A soulja but I like Soulja Boy I can't dance 'cause I keep a big knot in my pants, straight up You want some freak shit, call me Some beef shit, call me I'm a dog and it's easy to see
[Chorus:] I got undeniable talent Undeniable talent Undeniable talent I'm a fool with this rappin' Undeniable talent Undeniable talent Watch me get out
[Verse 2:] When I step off in the room, it's a full moon The lights on if I got my ice on Lookin' like a king pin, jewelry like Slick Rick Keyshia Cole saw me said, "Boosie, that's too much shit" Boosie he be thuggin' Hat to the back Rollin' through the trap with the strap in my lap Peter Pan fit, my favorite color green When the camera say action, you see some shit you never seen Bad bitches love me, they want rip me out the frame I make they pussy jump out they draws into my hand Got my name on my chain letting you know it's me I-10 on my neck, that's a memory Two cars deep in the chain, Bentley GT But I'll be damned if that money it gon change me Uncle tell em I'm a beast
[Verse 3:] I got undeniable talent Got it from my big cousin Me and my niggas thuggin Hold Cutlass and flippin' somethin' I'm stackin' on spending money Told you bitch we was comin' Sick santa time, big stuntin' with the fuckin' rims runnin' It's on tonight if we pop tonight we shut the city down Yeah we smokin' out, keep movin' Blow this shit here by the pound Money out the asshole Got habits like keep the change While you run that shit I peep the game Don't try me 'cause I keep my thang It's thug life, Mane I live that G shit daily Two gangstas'll let ya play me Make money, fuck yall can't hate me Yeah nigga You better get you some business I got talent like -- and be ducked off chillin' I get pussy like clothes I pick my hoes like fits Some say niggas like golds 'cause they be hollin' bout me I'm on some big boy shit Be in yo city then flight That's the shit I be likin' Getting sucked up by hoes that's dykin', niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
