Girl, where ya' (where ya' goin') Girl, ya' goin' (where ya' goin')
Girl, ya' goin' (where ya' goin') Girl, ya' goin' (where ya' goin')
[Verse 1: Wall] Paul Wall, Two cups, up I pull up on them thangs, sitting crooked They watch me a Laker game, I caught ya' lookin' Cup purple like the Laker game, extra With a middle up in the air, up to everybody who judgin' If you talkin' down you need to kill that shi* abruptly Walk up in motherf**ker like, "F**k you, double cut me," Listen bro, trust me, it's the dough that make lust me They'd be with me because your rusty jewelry is dusty I'm too up in this Mountain Dew, leaning off the DJ Boppers yeah I keep a few, I'm fresher the morning news Prada shades, view, Italian shoes I gotta slew If ya' think I ain't the shi*, then you must be sniffin' glue Fuchsia is my favorite hue, and codeine is the (hold up) I change my cars everyday, I change my drawers I swear to God I hate you like I hate the laws Hot boxing with your broad, got smoke out my exhaust
Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your is I know you trackin', I'm famous, cause I'm famous Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted
Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your is I you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm famous the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say shi* Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm
[Verse 2: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo telling me I rap too foul I throw off like a gap-toothed smile When I dropped raw, I dropped bars in and I'm coming in with a brand new sound Who the got something to say? How many motherf**kers am I crushing today? I'm trying to handle my Eat up or my stomach will And brace when I let my steez rub in your Can we all get along? To me, I get a violent Ni**as be wildin', a gang of shi* when I ain't lookin' But when I see they stay silent Why is the world filled with a bunch of morons? I'm in the middle feeling like I'm Zordon I know it's a cold planet but it I'm still chilling with my sandals and shorts on Making a fortune, watching whores cum, f**king them raw them get abortions a line of cocaine, you should snort some I'm the new rapper your son I'm just trying to everything more fun See, I do strictly out of boredom So I guess I'm like every other rapper making bullshit Just so you can buy it and me more funds those Ni**as, I'm much more iller Every of seconds my nuts grow bigger When I get spotted by they get the itching to hop on Twitter so they can upload pictures I'm usually willing to give it up, go I got a girl, so I just don't a f**k Hop into your car and it, for the bars of madness Cuz I'm far from I'm bi**h!
Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your is I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, I'm famous the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say shi* Riding in my spaceship, man I'm wasted
Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your is I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't say shi* around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted
[Verse 3: They done let that out the cage, give me the keys Forrest Catfish Billy got a shotgun, shells full of that norris chump Cowboy boot-kick motherf**kers to the floor because I'm bored as Coors to crush, cans to crack, to rush, jam packed Brother work hard, more to than looking, they is lucky to know me Buddy I'm an alcoholic, and a I'mma work this paint, paint on a Also, a punk a Dupont bucket, full of mossy green Dammit, on the beat I lost my team, I'm hard to manage Let me put it to you simple, I own this house I'm a pioneer, look these are just my that are popping out I must've been when I was in Alabama Me and swamp fox, I I saw it Changing channels, looking for of Hazzard Between Rap City and Dixie I don't know if I'm fishin', huntin' or puttin' tags on and bucks Mountin' or roundin' the f**kin' masses, into a So they can a public bath in Subjects that I intertwine with with such a stack Get double by MCs, haters they chuckle, laugh and choke such a gaff to me I fill a machete with croaks, suck on that is dope, I'm popping, it's bubble wrap, folks It ain't been this since that single that Bubba had, nope Yeller!
Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, your name is I you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm famous the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say shi* Riding in my spaceship, man I'm wasted
Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' with, what your name is I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, I'm famous Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say Riding in my spaceship, man I'm wasted