Da Man

(Seriously though, I got one question: who's the best CG ever?)

Gambino's the tightest (What?)

Gambino's the tightest (Oh, thank you)

Gambino's the tightest (Alright, okay)

Gambino's the tightest (Uh-huh, now, alright)

Gambino's the tightest (Get up, get up) (Let's be like Bonnie Raitt and give you somethin' to talk about)

Gambino's the tightest (Get up, get up) (Y'all don't want to talk about [?] and shit)

Gambino's the tightest (Get up, get up)

You can tell when I walk (Uh)

You can tell when I rap (Damn)

They a scrawny motherfucker with a black backpack

You a whack emcee therеfore I've nevеr heard of you

Where I'm from, niggas call me suburban murderer

Gambino, yeah you've heard of me

From Atlanta to New York, so they tell you the same

I'm the nigga that you figure for the fortune and fame, like

The black kids your parents are really cool with

Until it hits one of your brothers with a pool stick

Rollin' down the street with a new ten-speed

Hit a pine tree (skirrrrt) 'cause I'm really high off weed

The nice, cute boy that doesn't really have a dad

Saying college need to polish up his game to get lit

Show the girls the loaf so we can break bread like... damn

The city's pretty bad but the suburbs are even worse

These niggas overcompensate, they try to seem Persian

They sell crack in a bottlecap for a dollar

The girl down the street sucks your dick for a quarter

The boys roll hard when they they try to steal a phone

Stole a gun from my uncle while they talk on the phone

Showed it to 'em once, and then they left me alone like

Why you tryna act like you just don't know?

I wear a clean hoodie and a fat afro

I freestyle at every major event

They call me up when they can't find fifty cent

(50 Cent?)

No, not the rapper, the currency

I rap for a dime if it's an emergency

I sleep all day and I ride all night

I stay dirty like underdrawers when you don't wipe (disgusting)

I'm vastly learned in techniques

My rhyme's NSYNC and my flow is Backstreet

And then I lay down to go sleep

And count sheep that I stole from Bo Peep

With this last line, I'm gonna start beef with a fictional rapper I made up

So fuck you, M.C. Buttercup!

[Outro]

(Aw, yeah

Oh, shit. Oh. Crap. This sucks. Shit

Thi-- ugh. This CD is not starting well. At all.)