The Genie of the Lamp
(Who is it?)
It's the Genie of the Lamp
The Genie of the Lamp
(Who is it?)
The Genie of the Lamp
It's the Genie of the Lamp
[Verse 1]
Multi-cultural, hot vocals
Everywhere I go I get love from the locals
They buy it, slump it, knock it, bump it
My voice is an instrument, I'm kinda like a trumpet
They tryin' to figure out my estimated wealth
I'm a hot item, they can't keep me on the shelf
Stores restock me, who*es be jocking
Benihana waitresses pour me sake
Catch Papi sloppy freakin' Puerto Ricans
And when it's late I sling eighths at Beacon
Ain't no sleepin', n***a I'm the mob
And n***a being the mob is a full time job
Ask Hob in a Celsior
Mob n***as live a little healthier
A little wealthier without helping her
But I'm a pimp, so I'm gon' get help from her
We on "The Wharf" at Joe's, gettin' our crab on
Lobster tails with the Alaskan add-ons
[Chorus 2X]
Ménage à trois, (I'm doin' it b**h)
Enfasa na (you can't ruin it b**h)
Enfasa na (she takin' off tonight)
Ménage à trois (for a Boston flight)
[Verse 2]
I went from sleepin' in cars to livin' residential
A street star, you can check my credentials
Ronald Dregan, livin' presidential
Expensive utensils, not the essentials
I don't piss on fools, n***a I'll boo boo
The genie of the lamp, Muhammad Al Boo Boo
The gun, it will shoot, I run and will scoot
f** twos and fews, I'm comin' for real loot
I'll pill you, tell a b**h what she'll do
Enough bread to make your man switch teams and k** you
And I don't feel you, you're really farfetched
I'm playin' for the A's, is you workin' for the Mets?
Place your bets, the odds are against me
It's Russian roulette, I got the mob n***as with me
[Chorus]