[Intro:] Godzilla! [Hook:] We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire Yea! We on fire fire fire fire n***as wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip n***as wanna tell it, hoes hoes wanna gossip n***as wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip We on [Verse 1 - Big Boi:] No introductions needed, boy just call me the undefeated And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can’t be seen (winner) Fire vocals because my voice was a cla**ic Like Coca Cola when they had c**aine in the package I meant to say blowing the ingredients But I went to the mall today and all the n***as had those mediums Little bit of it close Like dancing with the stars without the judges or the dance floor Oh and n***as don’t dance no mo All they do is this Beefin' up, call me Venus fly chart waitin' on fly emcees to eat em up I’m fly, yes I can beat them weak as f** and ain’t no keeping up I’m balls deep and then we big in the Fat sacks n***a, Cadillac k**er Cataract prescription filled up I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels A connoisseur of cannabis I’m from Atlanta b**h, we never shop with strangers No matter, we strain the slanging, some of the game rules done changed n***as is outchea talking like a co*katoo to a cop or two Now they watchin' you and yo mama too, bird’s eye view [Bridge - Blue Oyster Cult:] With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound He pulls the spitting high tension wires down Godzilla! [Hook] [Verse 2 - Pimp C:] I’m getting blowed on the regular Riding and talking dirty on my cellular Player I got some real good that will save you some
Uh and if you my homeboy she gon give you some And it’s all for the paper but she still gon come You dip it then you cook yo jaw now you sprung I have you trippin' like it’s nothing thorough Played on my hoes, don’t talk to nobody, gon tell yo girl (Uh, now look) [Verse 3 - Big Krit:] Okay but n***as wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip Cus they p**y wasn’t hittin and they lip was super sloppy s**a duck a motherf**er, we done chop the brain about it But my money corner pocket, plenty game ho Slap it like a biscuit, king of diamond, king of trickin', what’s the difference Got it poppin' like a sk**et with some chicken grease in it Country born, country paid, from the village to the grave Worth the payment, body truckin' cus the money I already made [Hook] [Verse 4 - Bun B:] Man I hate that all the time I got haters in my bizz Talking bout the trill but don’t know what the f** it is Mothaf**as nowadays are seriously sorry Thinking that the key to life is putting yo business on Mari They say you’re rockin Mari but them mothaf**as Rockport Always talking bout you bustin n***a but your Glock short I know the truth so ain’t no need in yo line Bullsh** ain’t workin, ain’t no need to be tryin I’m dyin to be that n***a that’s spyin in the telescope Prowlin with triller n***as but iron to yo dearly folk Telling them talk tales, vibs and hung angers Save it for Jeremy, Kyle, Steven, Jerry Springer Buzzin like a bee, tryna sting me wit yo stinger b**h you could get the middle, (what middle?), the finger Stick it in yo a** and let it linger No h*mo, we give the hynel like the RnB singer Obomo