[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
And it's falling off the side like back fat
Giving girls rides to the crib not a rat trap
Cheese, peanut bu*ter freeze raps
I want all these snapped in his back in the day
Like a tall tee tag
I need that whip clean G
What's the weather gon be
Drop top, no drips on this upholstery
Supposed to be headed downtown
Carwash like blaow
And my girl drive the chevy while I break this tree down
Roll the window back up
Good, turn it back up
Ugh, UGK
Diamonds & Wood
Hold up, yea roll up
That's tight, that's right
You do this right, you might have the time of your life
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Coming from the Westside but my fitted say Sox
Where you get banged on if you in it or not
Looking like Cain cause I watch Menace a lot
And I'm tryna f** your friend so is she with it or not
Shout out to ATL cause I'm in Lennox a lot
And I dont like looking, I go in there to cop
Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot
Spending money with the strippers you go in there to watch
Blowin on L's, smelling like Chanel
You say you the man but dawg these b**hes can't tell
But ladies love Dom cause I'm gettin that mail
To make it out my hood is like to make it out of jail
Put the tens up and start breaking out the twelves
Bet I have your girlfriend shaking out her heels
We shaking all deals
And chasing all meals
I'm popping all over how you haters all feel
[Big Sean]
Smoke good, f** better
Count money, what's better
These lil n***as can't hang
Big sh** popping b**h and big my first name
I'm a Westsider, Detroit player
f** around and I might bring back gators
Everyday I leave the crib with no money
And come back later with that muthaf**ing paper
Finally famous over erything thats just how I feel b**h
They trying to stop my shine
They yellin hit the k** switch
Wrong n***a to deal with
Less you doing a deal with
Grind hard, thats how I was built b**h
Whoa there, whoa there
I'm who everybody know here
I come through in the club and get more money than promoters
Oh thats your girl
I see her at my show there
I be off in the hood I bet you dont ever go there
Ayy so slow there boy
Don't go there boy
It's people you dont know there boy
Young n***a that's addicted to the Polaroids
And I gave these n***as more lines than corduroy
And my b**hes be gorgeous boy
Showtime I hope you record em boy
I'm out here
[Boldy James]
Let's reel half of a brick and bring it back to the kitchen
See the crack its fizzing
Then bring it back when its finished
Jimbo put that on a dish
And Chizzel will bag it and sell it
Then boldly factor the digits
To know the cash that I'm flipping
Six gonna get stashed in the ceiling
6-O's in traffic I'm pitching this o
That one get split and broke to halves
And this one his o
And that one is his
And this o I'm bagging and this one
This o the last
The n***a Ro is a crackilitician
Rolling the ave cause I'm getting dough in that slab
Cause I'm getting over, they mad
I just grill 'em bro, with my mag on my briches
Know I'll blast if you tempt him
Bro you will crash in your whip with holes in your back cause you hit
Going as fast as your engine go
When you smash in the strip smoking a bag with your b**h
Choking, gasping for breath holding
Grabbing your chest from boldly magging that tech
Unload it faster than Vick's concreture school craft to the the sick
Bomb as a brick
[Asher Roth]
I be frustrated with the way that sh**'s been aging
And I'm about to take a break and get away on a vacation
Like, maybe Malaysia to escape the meditation
I'll just eat, pray and wait for my day of revelation or I'll
Take peyote, roam the rivers of Nairobi
Change my name to Navajo and live alone and only grow weed
Cause this, Naomi flowing show gets pretty lonely
Don't nobody ever know you
Everybody call you homie
Mony Mony they'll be sure to treat you phony
As soon as you hit your low they won't be picking up the phone
See, I moved to (Comie ?) show these fools that I am home
And when Im on the microphone all you wanna-be's can blow me
So, take this bo*er to the dome you little bo-peeps
That may be inapropy but Im certainly no sheep
See, I only lead in this game of entertainment
Roth and Big Sean
We on Finally Famous
[Chip Tha Ripper]
Yea, now roll ten of em up
f** the rules we Auntie Anne's pretzel bendin em up
Don't give a f**/Word to your daddy leather sandals
Either pay the light bill or light up them candles
Regular White Owl Cigarillo, no Flavors
Break that b**h down and peel of the first layer
Smooth, like a baby's a**
Mercedes pa**
The ladies ask can they be next cause I'm kicking their favorite raps
Life is playing 2k and kicking raps all day by the lake
Smoking truth till I collapse in broad day
I'm surfing, radical
Gnarly, far out
My stoner chicks gather round soon as I break the jar out
Ay baby girl pa** the blizz-ard
Your woman chose me so I had to jizz her
Don't be sleeping or taking no cat naps
We leaders of the new school with these fat raps