Yessir

[Pity the child....pity the child]

Now, why should I play around?

Lay it down like most of y'all and lay around?

I'd rather gather hollow heads and lay ya' down

But I'm a little too old to play around

You still bangin' Dr. Dre and Dogg Pound

Snoop is still the hottest motherfucker out

Yessir! We still around

Yessir! We still world renowned

I caught silence, I silence sound

I'm under the radar, stuff silent sound

I'm here, my dude, I am born again

We saber-toothed tigers, y'all Cornish hens

Y'all cornball ballas, we presidents

With presidential-acquired hidden residents

Yessir! We residents

And controllers of secret soldiers and regiments

Yessir! We ball out

Yessir! Till we fall out

We get high [get high], we don't have to try

We don't have to look and we don't have to buy

We don't have to make ends meet to get by

We don't have to try, I am that guy

Yessir! I am that guy

Yessir! I am that fly

I can't help it and I can't stop

And I won't stop and I don't stop

I'mma take the top and put it where the bottom drop

Then I'mma reverse it and make the bottom hit top

See this is what they all call the top spot

Then I'mma show the top where the bottom stop

I am everything that is anything

I can't sing a note so I let the semi sing

Send 'em out on a mission, see what the semi bring

Back home to your selected and newly-elected king

Now that's gangsta {x5}

See that's gangsta

Now that's gangsta

[Keepin it gangsta wit'chall]

Now that's gangsta [gangsta]

Gangsta {x11} [gangsta]

Yessir! I am that guy

Yessir! I am that high

Rollercoaster, this whole movement's over

Givin' ya west coasters, the cold shoulder

I am ready, yes, I am here

I am back, Jack, the spinner of the year

Let's get one thing here real crystal clear

We reappear, their hopes disappear

Evaporate, dissipate, your folks disappear

And if you were smart you wouldn't be here

Now that's what I call a double whammy

I don't need the white folks, I get ghetto Grammys

Yessir! I get ghetto Grammys

Yessir! My women's eye candy

I can't help it and I can't stop

And I won't stop, that's why I don't stop

I'm similar to Biggie, similar to Pac

Similar to Snoop, similar to Doc

Similar because they all taught me something, ock

Firsthand, like cock and pop before a nigga talk

I'm airborne, you're grounded

Like you hid your report card and your mama found it

Yessir! I found it

My drrr-ream to go far as God allows me

The sky's the limit

It's in my arm's reach

So I'mma reach as far as my arms reach

Gangsta {x15}

[Now that's...gangsta]

[Keepin' it...gangsta wit'chall]