So What

It's the return

Of the world's most famous [?]

Ladies and gentlemen

Funk extraordinaires

Ladies and gentlemen

West Coast, East Coast

Kokane, check it out

What do you say to a man that brags about his car?

(So what?)

What do you say to a man that claims he's a rap star?

(So what?)

Bam-diddly-diddly-bam-ba-see

Isn't is a MC comin' up to me?

Then that he stuck up in my ear

Your halitosis is burnin' up my nose hairs

Why why why

Must we talk about your car

And your dope ass house

Why why why

Must you be braggin' about the dope

You be slangin' in the South

Why why why

Why you claim to be knockin' fools out

Why why why

Apparently you don't know what life's about

No no

Why why

Why why why

Ooh ooh

What do you say to a man that brags about his car?

(So what?)

And what do you say to a man that claims he's a rap star?

(So what?)

Burnin' up my lungs here, get out my face

Hey yo, same shit, different toilet

I can't call it

I'm just tryin' to have a good time

Nigga you tryin' to spoil it

Cause from the moment you walkin'

You shit-talkin'

Knowin' that these cats watchin'

And chicks hawkin'

Braggin' about that shit you own

A new pager and cellphone

The Benz on chrome, the brand new home

Talkin' shit like that's gonna get you stuck up

Ain't nobody impressed nigga, so shut the fuck up

I see you talkin' to the dime with the tight weave

Make sure you roll up your right sleeve

Ten more time before the night leave

To make sure she can see the wrist glisten

(Nice watch!)

Now you think you a baller, but just listen

Tired of you niggas tryin' to put on a show

I'm tired of you braggin' about the cars and dough

I'm tired of you talkin' about niggas you don't know

Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Well here it go

[Chorus]

What do you say to a man that claims he's the shiznit?

(So what?)

(All the felonious capers)

What do you say to a man that say he got a hit?

(So what?)

You ain't really makin' no paper

(Y'all ain't shit!)

Niggas always talkin' bout what they got

Niggas always talkin' bout how much they clock

Niggas always talkin' every way they go

I'm not impressed by you niggas, I just want you to know

Niggas always talkin' bout what they got

Niggas always talkin' bout how much they clock

Niggas always talkin' every way they go

I'm not impressed by you niggas, I just want you to know

I don't care about a bitch or a 6

Chris Don or a mode

All that shit just to show?

You can't take it when you go

I'm a survivor

And I only speak for the riders

And I don't wear Prada

Cause I think the horses are hotter

These other cats talkin' 'bout the jewels they got

I'm talkin' 'bout the jewels I got from the dudes I shot

Check my record, I made plenty niggas strip naked

You wouldn't expect it so when it happens,  just accept it

Locked up, I been there

Two years, I've done that

Sellin' cats run at

Or I'ma put you where a pun at

I love being me

Don't you wish you was me?

Could take a nigga key

And tell your friends it was weed?

I'm too much for this world

(Y'all can't stand me)

I look better than my girl

(Well goddamn it)

I was once a hot boy but now I'm a cold man

Only time y'all wanna brawl is all drunk and got the rams

I don't need any, this thug life isn't in me

I keep a pack of gum my gun and two jimmies

I wouldn't leave a block until I knocked my last rock off

Wishin' I could be that boy, drivin' with the top off

[Chorus]

What do you say to a man who claims he has all the girls?

(So what?)

Ooh-ooh

La-aah

La-aah