[Verse 1]
Uh, I throw it all in the bag like some groceries, see
I cook it off like rotisserie, I'm roastin' the beef
Yet so humble like bumble, I be posin' wit' beezies
Get the picture your lens just isn't focused to see
Bitch, open yo' e-y-e-z
Throw 'em in the bag, die easy
Flow smooth, I don't try, easy
Imagine if I did, huh
Maybe I should, kid
Use a rapper ass like Suge did
Pause; just like a comma, I clauses
Nigga, like a dropped call, hang it up like closets
Just like a drawer, can you tell me where my drawers is
Word to all my niggas, 'cause Wrekless is a company
Word to all the ladies that look up to me and fuck wit' me
Word to all the motherfuckers that didn't
Y'all niggas made me better
And word to all the rappers I rap wit', y'all niggas clever, man
Word to Keri Hilson, I hope to fuck you one day
I hope you do not hear this and get mad at what I just said
'Cause I ain't signed wit' Diddy, but I'm a bad boy
And I ain't even known, so we won't make the tabloids
Haha we can do whatever, baby you make the choice
And I promise I'll be in and out before your breaking point
Ha, word to Beyoncé, I know you see my halo
And I would've done you right only if you were not wit' Jay, though
Where's J-Lo? Haha
Where have you gone?
I'm just talkin' shit, can I talk my shit?
[Chorus]
Look, word to all the ladies I had crushes on
Y'all make me feel like Eminem, 'cause I just wanna fuck y'all
All-all-all-all-all, haha
I'm just talkin' shit, can I talk some shit?
[Hook]
Look, aye look
Nine double O one six
Nigga that's the code if you wanna get the zip, bitch
Nine double O one six
Bitch that's the code if you wanna get the zip, nigga
[Verse 2]
Uh, I flow realer than gorillas
Have you heard that before? No, nigga!
Po' nigga, Big K Ralph's orange soda
I be drinkin' that shit, 'cause I can't get Coca-Cola
I'm just so not sober, 'cause I-I be sippin' soda
And word to San José, 'cause that shit close to Saratoga
Flow just hotter than Nevada, niggie, I should move to Vegas
Searchin' for a yellow thing like bananas and rutabagas
[Hook 2]
Ahh, word to whoever listens to me, I appreciate that shit
If I had a trillion dollars and you needed it for college
I'll probably pay that shit
Like oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My nigga here you go, oh, haha
[Refrain]
Ow, ooh, ooh
Here we go, look, uh
Would've come back, ha, I just needed time, haha
Alright, look, look, look, here we go, look
Alright, for the ladies
[Chorus 2]
If I gotta sing for you
Then that's exactly what I'm going to do
Don't laugh muhhfucka, uh
I think you're so special
For downloadin' this shit onto your iPod, or yo' iTunes
Whatever you got me on
[Verse 3]
Alright, look, look, uh, uh
I think you're so special for whatever you got me on
You got me on, you got me on
Aye, you know how them soul singers be singin' like that?
They be like, ohh
Ohh ohh
Hahaha
Aye good lookin', look, I wanna shout-out
To everybody that downloaded this, every time
All the listeners, all the faithful lit-ners, look, lit-ner
You heard me?
Uh, look, shout-out to y'all
They say that talk is cheap, but my rap is tall
It's Lucious Morris, and G. Veasey, Tajmeer, Roy Sanders
Earl Adrian Myhand, Marcus, and me, ahh
Word to Ray Good and Denzel Tigner
And Goddy Piper Thurton, my Audubon nigga, Tigger, nigga
And Iman Europe, through music, that's my sister
And the Grasshopper, how could I ever forget ya?
And Rodve, and Wade, and Irin, and my nigga G.T. Fisher
"On the money!" My nigga, J Boy, and my nigga Prezzie
And my nigga Kelly, haha
Hah ha
And everybody, you got