Car Horn (Remix)

I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N

You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, now hear me again

Official raw nigga from the City of Wind

Stay doing it, doing it, uh – I am doing it

I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N

You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, now hear me again

Official raw nigga from the City of Wind

Straight doing it, doing it, yo – I am doing it

What the fuck is going down? Nigga, you sound–

Like a real bitch right now; the pound

I gave you, I knew I shouldn't have gave you

Before you was a hoe, now you think the money made you

A slave to the rhythm, indentured servant to wisdom

Clinton is the prez but I voted for Shirley Chisholm

In a poetical prison, I'm visiting self for hours, 

Coward niggas get shanked for kicking pussy raps

Radio is like C.O.'s, they try to push me back

I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back

I'm from the hood, we stack – Black fists

"Ooh-ohh-ahh" is the sound of blackness

These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit

Front money, but hustle backwards

I break bread with broads that got they masters

And hypes that'll blast ya, 

Lawyers that work faster than young ghetto bastards

Freak-freak, the freak, the freak-freak, the freak, nigga, freak the funk now

Freak-freak, the freak, the freak-freak, the freak, nigga, freak the funk now

Freak-freak, the freak, the freak-freak, the freak, nigga, freak the funk now

Became child-like, with the way I style, write

And act, because children naturally react

Respond, to the Com as a poet, I'm a last like a Don

'Cause I'm like that, yo – a phenom, without shit on my arm

You can't coerce the verse – I'ma rhyme when I want to get up and rhyme

Some say I'm spaced like John Glenn, 'cause of the places I've been

I embrace the Vibe, Spin – been through cases of Heineken

Return to orbit on some shit that's anti-corporate in a Wild Style orchard

Gay rappers is getting tortured for tossing salads, 

You imbalanced – you rap about violence too much

I go on blind dates with mind states and go dutch

At my shows, the law show up – they be thinkin' it's a hold up, 

So many hands go up; but with the band, I'm colder – money folder

You want a fresh style? Let me show ya

I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N

You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, hear me again

Official raw nigga from the City of Wind

Straight doing it, doing it, what – I am doing it

I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N

You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, hear me again

Official raw nigga from the City of Wind

I'm straight doing it, doing it, what – I am doing it