[Verse 1]
We just start off whatever, it's so retarded
This is automatic the way we do it, your body get bombarded
But I ain't like these other rappers, talking about they'll clap ya
Cause I be at home with my daughter watching "Yo Gabba Gabba"
It's nothing, it's honesty, what am I supposed to do?
Talk all this crazy stuff when I'm trying to be a Jew?
I got money -- I'm sorry, my apology
I don't call it money, I call it Jewish technology
It'll make you do a lot of things, I promise that
While you jibbety-jabbing and trying to pretend rap
I be doing real things; Santa Barbara, where you at?
I don't even bother, I'm probably at Montecito
Hanging out with Japanese, a guy guido
His mother, Jewish guy talking about money
I know, it's really sounding funny
A capella's fine, I still talk
You can wine and dine, even dance divine to the things that we put
I'm on a incline
Stayed silent for a while, trying to show 'em how to style
Please, I ain't even gotta talk
I pose, check the profile
Feeling like Atlas, these rappers
Colored folk
Avoid em, destroy em, you know how it go
If I say speak for themselves
It's built up, with your flow
Take it slow just for a minute
Then the gimmicks don't even stop
Tell me what they gonna do if they gonna get shot
I ain't even gotta talk about it
You know philosophies be like Aesop
But they stole it from the Egyptians
So I just be fitting the description
You know, I be talking that this-and-that
Let me slow it down, no intelligent flow
These n***as now want that dumb sh**
So I'm going to some dumb sh**
Got that white girl, stay with 'em like Taye Diggs
Yeah n***a, what it is
Mind your biz
n***a, stop talking that -- pay for your kids
Pay child support; f** it, let me make it short
Let me make it simple, n***a
[Verse 2]
Then we start diving, socializing
Show 'em how we skydiving
I be live in all the places on State Street
Doing what I wanna do, always spit complete
This is how it goes
Used to be a project blow aside from real Medusa
Aceyalone, you know, in the zone
Always bring it back
Show 'em what it is
Always on the track
This is never written
So what I spit, peep
Never hear it on a track or on repeat
Let me make it clear
Everything I utter
Or forget about that bullsh**, n***a straight bu*ter
I take it old school, feeling like Stud Doogie
With Grand Puba; hold up, it's not a movie
But you could see me, I'm like Denzel Smith
With a Whitaker in between; hold up, catch a whiff
That's the sh**
[Verse 3]
I'm sorry I don't know where it is
Gotta catch the spirit, African biz
There we is now, how you want the style?
Don't mean sh** to me, let me take a while
Show you how it is
I get on that sick sh**
We in Nigeria; you heard of him, deliria
Every time I spit it, malaria, k** ya
I ain't even saying nothing, sounds so familiar
Yeah, I can do this whenever you want
Off the top of the head; go ahead, jump
Why even front?
Kick you, knock your chest out, it ain't even an issue
Let me show you what it's all about, it's official
Any time I roll
I don't even like the beat, I'm still gonna flow
I don't know what you on
I never pop no pills unless it's glutamine
Supplements, that type of sh** you should've seen
Boy, I was bench-pressing five hundred
You don't even want it
I'm just saying, I'd rather pray for you
I ain't saying sh**; hear your dis, I ignore you
Cause really, n***a
Jesus hates you and so do I
f** it, let's fly
Let's keep it that way
[Verse 4]
Here it is, we just be chilling out
Let me go back through my weekend and unwind
I was getting real f**ed up, let me tell you why
Man, on the heyday, chilling out with Jean Grae
We was drinking too much, that vodka, OK
I think we ended up at Vibe and we had a slight prob at the door
They was like, no more dudes getting in, uh-uh
Then you came with some broads to the door
Remember that, Mick?
Then we got inside and they was like, I'm sorry, no disrespect
Salacious, outrageous
This is what we do, making them s**ual faces
I heard some people in here used to date some p**n stars
That's some other sh** -- I'mma leave that out the bars
Sway made me do it, Sway made me move it
It's nothing, I'm kidding, it's all just music
Man, check it out, we on that real sh** forever
With the dope old school biz, yeah, you know we're better
This is forever, this how we rock
And I know n***as is listening, "The Bish is on my jock"
Need the filthy delicious b**hes to jump up out they britches
Give me what I need
Hold up, let me tell ya
Something to cherish
Debbie Deb, congratulations on the marriage
If you do the wedding, I'll be there, L.A
But I can't commit dick suicide, I'mma stay solo
Cause that's me, I'm sorry, it's just a no-no
Oy! Too many n***as getting divorced
Mel Gibson lost like four hundred twenty five million
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