[Intro:]
Ladies and gentlemen
People with jobs
People without jobs
Middle class
Upper class
High class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks
Elderly people and twerkers.
[Pre-chorus:]
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Put your back in
Back out
Do the hump
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump
Put your back in
Back out do the hump.
[Ver1:]
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunner (yep)
High as a 757 going to heaven (no)
Weezy F the reverend preach about me I'm the god 1-7 apple and E
I'm the Cash Money Makaveli
You all ain't ready, break fast like Tom Petty
You all just petty
'82 I was born ready
I'm too ready
You all Betty Crocker balla blockers, I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini
Top spaghetti
Seats Ragu
Uh 20 inch shoes
Oh me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool I'm swimming in you
And I sleep with the sharks
Shorty on the water water
And I be ma 840 mama
Shake something for me
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'm gonna take that money.
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus:]
I bring it back to the bottom of the map (Ooowee)
I bring it back to the bottom of the map (Ooowee)
I bring it back to the bottom of the map (Ooowee)
I bring it back to the bottom of the.
[Ver2:]
I take off my brim
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeah)
Fronting round here will get your back dropped off
We do our own thing
We don't act like you all
I say black white walls with the back wiped off
Ah, you all little busters just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that
Fall
We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy the one only read between the line
If you can't, boy, read ma nine
I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losing it
I be Eazy, fall back and be cool with it
Paul Barrer is moving it
Dead float I'm through with it
I'm the SHH
Na, na, I'm sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
[Ver3:]
I'm old school gangster
I act like 80
I look like Cita but act like Baby
You play with me I'll react like the Navy
Nah, better yet the ARMY, you all gonna need them for me
And your head is a beepin' target
You don't want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleeping with women that sleep with the Hornets
Country boy there's something foreign
about a hundred thousand
More than what your in
You're not about it
You freeze up like Popsicles
Pop up on bicycles
Pop you all like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle
Original hot bizzle
Still Lil' Wanye but the dividends not little
Yeah, don't be surprised how the chrome feel
Uhh get down, uhh get down
Man I'm getting frustrated.
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
* Uhh, the best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired
(uhh yeah yeah yeah)
The best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired.
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