Yeah, that's me and T man
T.I. dot com b**h
Tip, f** wit' ya boi
Hey, that is my brotha
Ladies and gentleman T.I.
And he is the king, b**h
Don't get that sh** twisted
And me, I am the best rapper alive
Ladies and gentleman, hello
This is the drought 3
And it's been a minute since
I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat
But uh, I guess I'll go ahead
And show these n***as what to do
With one of the beats, man
I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
Ridin' wit' a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back
I like to get real high and I never look back
And you don't wanna try me and don't I look strapped?
I come from tha hardest city, ain't nobody f**in' wit' it
I got black and gold soul wit' a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collared polo and a pair of balli bucks
Young Money motherf**a, I know you worry about us
Cash Money motherf**er, CMR, I trust
Never had my jaw brokin' but his jaw I'll bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar then a cigar I'll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
Look ma, I'm tryin' to make a p**no starring us
Well, not just us, a couple foreign s*uts
Yeah, we make this a manage twain, ya'll in?
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin' ballin'
Yeah baby, we ballin' like Rawlins and Spalding
Pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian
I am leaning like 3 legged lion
Climbing right to the top
Of the motherf**in' mountain counting
I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it
Manny got this f**in' beat pounding
It's pounding but it was just lost until I found it
I found it, stole it like a scoundrel
Holly grove hound it, put this b**h to sleep
f**ing right, I night gowned it, n***a's talkin' cheap
Tell them n***as, pipe down b**h
Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless
Beatin' up this track like a motherf**in round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss
I'm just a martian, ain't nobody else on this planet I know
See, I live by my only
Say where my cheese n***a? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in da a** and act a donkey
Candy, armed candy n***a grippin' the grain
See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans like 1825 Tulane
Ha, ha, ha, see you gotta be New Orleans
To know what I'm talkin 'bout and if you don't, f** you
Say what I want and I don't want nothin'
'Cause I got everything, b**h