Yes, yes yall, feel the y'all Freak, y'all Ya don't Yes, yes y'all, the beat y'all Freak, y'all Ya don't
Def Jam signed me They hit the It wasn't free but don't call it a They underestimated me quite It's like that you a godfather B I'm the of all time You heard before But now I say it It so much more 'Cause it's so No man, no crew No reason for writers Every I get tighter Mothers and daughters agree I'm on Check ya T-Mobile it's all over the Cross ya legs baby, hide ya You I'm hot You to the choir Smilin' and gigglin', thirstin' Gilligan More flavor than cinnamon, they with adrenaline I 'em nervous I do it on I back hotter time I resurface Drop to ya baby the King Now ask Simmons Who built the west I ain't gotta be I do the thing (Aha) Paint ya girl strawberry frostin' (Aha) Internationally known and You slick I'm too large to be affected You crank call my cells You keep slippin' but my perfected
Yes, yes y'all the beat y'all (Oh) Freak, freak You stop Yes, yes y'all feel the y'all (Oh) Freak, y'all You stop Uh yes, yes feel the beat y'all (Oh) Freak, freak You stop Uh yes, yes y'all feel the beat (Oh) Freak, freak You don't (Hmm)
I'm a star for real my aura is Hollywood me in the streets I'm gravy with a gift to inspire the hood You wanna out do me and I wish you I'm the master from all these cats I'm laughin' in eighty six, I balled that Honey catchin' from sittin' in Maybach's 'Cause her project hall is like Ajax understandable but everybody relax Hate when folk get money and don't how to act I'm a millionaire, homie that's a fact But not the ice that makes ya wife react Been had an entourage and platinum gettin' Swedish massage in Boca Raton What you think all them I ain't pop no don a night in trump towers with a blue eyed blonde I been did it, all my was kitted you talk like a baller you tickle me with it But yeah there's money out there come on get it But I'm a get it in a way you never forget it go twenty platinum albums in a row Sixty thousand fans, a three hour I could care less who drop and My is L L baby, that's beyond the flow
Yes, yes y'all feel the y'all (Oh) Freak, y'all You don't Yes, yes feel the beat y'all (Oh) Freak, y'all You stop Uh yes, yes feel the beat y'all (Oh) Freak, freak You stop Uh yes, yes y'all the beat y'all (Oh) Freak, y'all You stop (Hmm)
These rap cats get with me When security out the V.I.P. If honey wanna lounge, we see ID Ain't no negotiatin' you pay my fee I'm the boss, I the shots to keep it hot I don't have competition, I'm than the slot While you waste advances on grey market I cop bonds and Wal-Mart stocks A man but hard as a rock And I die for my so stay off my block They might be impressed you but I'm not After all these I still walk with a bop keep the ink hot Still like a fox ready to battle You don't want your career Industry 'cause I mapped out a plot And ran around with my joint on cock
Yes, yes y'all the beat y'all (Oh) Freak, freak You don't Yes, yes y'all feel the y'all (Oh) Freak, freak You stop Uh yes, yes y'all feel the y'all (Oh) Freak, freak You stop Uh yes, yes y'all feel the y'all (Oh) Freak, y'all You stop (Hmm)