(Verse 1:) Now baby you gon' get a in your neck looking at me sideways I play high stakes made crook in a crime Must be on my face Yelling that ought no tell em what they spellin on MySpace dot com type face rhetoric You gon' clickety click and get your split What the hell you look like on a message whether or not the brother is hard core I got to prove to any of you That anything I said was is the truth but I'm ready to do it And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 beats a So it I'll put the record how it needs to be I understand I ain't alright I been a thugged out nerd all my Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch at night I feed people with the verses I And I fill them with my strife Had some of y'all concerned for my For what had the nerve to recite I cut my grow, bring the serpants to light Now baby you ain't never me I'm tight And I'm surgical like, with this bitch You know that shit fuck and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned Trying to figure out how we got Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit It's so tragic But it impossible to solve I ain't learned jack shit Dorian at all Let me you abusing the culture I adore I'll come across the and get involved like this here
(Chorus:) I'm just to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to stay on guard I way out y'all, you just don't get me dog You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it my fault And they the way I talk Eyes get real wide I say my thoughts I way out y'all, you just don't get me dog You gon fuck around and me dog, it ain't my fault
(Verse 2:) Tabernacle my hand, expand to the of a big black granite statue Divide it by the speed that they can move It ain't an autograph, do that math I'm a you I like to up my pants and lean back too Organic vegetables, mix em with fast I'm Howard Stern Howard Zinn How could you not a pal in him and get attracted too I take it for you when possible If hear this then I'm confiding in you Pop me, "Ali what's bothering you you want to tell your friends you and your father are cool" "NO." You got more X's than the Elijah Muhammed do But that ain't my with you Truth is your just an dude You get hostile with fools when their honest you I could make me a little comment or two But I see what that nonsense would prove I don't fake props to the dude or walk around in his shoes I just do what the says to do and respect him Now I even here to get clandestine But believe I'm a get what's destined Be it an Escalade or a up F10 It's better than this bus, friend believe that I got a free minute to lean back Spiderman 2 out and Faheem need that Plus I wanna teach him how to on a Leap Pad Shining bright, like "look at me dad! " That's the shit that I'm in to I defend to the That I'm bit as gangster as them fools If I wasn't G I wouldn't like this If you were really a G you know I exist, you bitch (I don't what they're sayin' But little did they know they could get a for that, man) So I'd advise you to the fuck up muhfucka
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(Bridge: x2) I said clap your hand to the y'all 'Cause the beat you clap your hands I said clap your hand to the beat 'Cause the beat you clap your hands