Uh, it's the d-d-damn, ha ha, yea Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself When he gettin' closer to them girls be like Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were The one in the droptop two seater Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine Shit I would try to claim him 'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and You'll play yourself if you try to deny it I'm nothin' like the other brothers I got no choice but to slut her 'Cuz I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that Look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta Mami you'll be in Saint Tropez Ridin' jet skis and mopeds, powderin' like dope heads Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J. Lopez, biatch Let's roast some spinach Find a club and just post up in it What you mean are we there yet I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs 'Cuz if they witnessed how I'm killin' 'em out here These girls just might go tell the judge, I rest my case Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself When he gettin' closer to them girls be like Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were The one in the droptop two seater Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine Shit I would try to claim him 'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and You'll play yourself if you try to deny it You could be prancin' thru ghettos in Dior pants and stillettos All you gotta do is swallow some kids Like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel Who's as hansome as ghetto? This man's earings look transparent And my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old They could be somebody's grandparents and baby like I want the kind of money athletes consume I have to assume, I'm no fool, but I'm so cool When I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room I'm so sick I drive 'em reverse fast, call me a nurse fast Shorty just lay back in the made back It'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class, relax Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself When he gettin' closer to them girls be like Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were The one in the droptop two seater Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine Shit I would try to claim him 'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and You'll play yourself if you try to deny it They ask for it so I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard And you gotta catch it on tape 'cuz when the truck stops The rims still look like they on fast forward I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin As long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick 'Cuz my waves be thick enough for them Cali dudes to surf in Cowabunga Ya low ridin' denims look like midgets is hidin' in 'em They say they like it from the front, they like it from the back When the kid is slidin' in 'em they be screamin' The biggest dikes be Switchin' for dudes with figures like me And, um, I'm not braggin', but imagine That you could even fuck with a nigga like me, biatch Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself When he gettin' closer to them girls be like Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were The one in the droptop two seater Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine Shit I would try to claim him 'Cuz he's so fly and I'm so fly and You'll play yourself if you try to deny it Damn © EKOP PUBLISHING; J BRASCO; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; NO QUESTION ENTERTAINMENT; SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; ENOT PUBLISHING; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; BERNARD'S OTHER MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com