Tito Santana

[Intro: Wale] Uhh... Dub, A, L, E Appreciate it Joe, yeah [Verse 1: Wale] Highly unstoppable, nothin's un-coppable Tito Santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull Prada product pulled over a nigga’s nappy skull Around here I am the G.O.A.T. like the Capricorn New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw Cause my hoes in the X like they model for cars Here to change the whole game do the audible Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull I'm Bald Bull to my Little Mac competition You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer Fist pleaser, skirt lifter, young Dirk Diggler Wahlberg +Shooter+, young flow fluid And my brains travel like Yung Berg jewels Transformer, no opponent is formidable Pockets morbidly obese, I'll be tourin for loot I'm Wale, the new nigga on the block See my team has hella cars, I got a couple knots See, how the beat gets ate off Acquire my scratch and I ain't have to use an 8-ball Hip-Hop's whole face is off And I rock with the band, this a cake-walk Yeah And I don't want I don't wanna be condescending on that but like cake-walk Like, I meant like cake from the second season of "Da Band" Like cake-walk like it's, fuck it (TALK TO 'EM!) [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Yo, I'll be whatever you wan' call me Weird or faulty, but lyricists can't ignore me (nah) Keep a shooter wherever the force be (why?) Case they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey So, they hate and they say But the AK's a cross from the tommy like Shenene and they'll try ya Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior I started off the top of the dome, call him Sylar Now you now son become C. Dalvin Dollar Dungarees, kicks fly closet like Chun Li (but dawg) Pump me with Sigel to pump B You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three Flow's all flames, not a race but keep up Cause I'll Bolt on Usain, I'm too ahead of the game So take your seat on the bench You met Wale and 9th Wonder, now meet the tenth Joey...