Fresh Daily - Ricky Vaughn (The Major Leagues) lyrics

[Verse One] [XV]: This what y'all been waiting fo', waiting fo' Bumping Gnarles Barkley, Who's Gonna Save My Soul? Top 5 Newest Artist, n***a take a vote Without E ? and Dudds, you can't make 'em blow And I can't save your flow I'm in the sky so high I can step on our Jesus Christ savior's toes I play a major role on almost any song And that list is pretty long So here's another hit, Ricky Vaughn [Chorus] [XV]: The major leagues baby Yeah, yeah, the major leagues baby Uh huh, the major leagues baby [Verse Two] [XV]: Duuuuude Fresh off the plane manye I know they saying "When's the album coming out fam?" You know they waiting Dr. Dre make 'em wait cause he know they patients Best Rapper Alive? I heard that's taken Most Creative Individual? Well that there's vacant Well let me take it And make them face facts That I'm a Warrior taking over like Ajax Drop the ball and they gon' pick me up like play jacks Weezying through the scene when they seen how I make tracks See how I make stacks? Shopping in a city where I don't even pay tax And bring my state back A souvenir You appear to bring that hate back I thought that got old like a couple of days back Kid dropped the sh**, XV's on Ex-Lax What does X lack? I'm glad that you asked Cause I never really hustled but I got my cash And I never had muscle so I kept my straps And y'all gangsta rappers keep on lying out your a** Cause yo' future's so wack they bringing up your past Excuse me, I just like to laugh Life of the don Lights keep glowing Come and see my show when they turn Get Fresh on Now everybody turn up they arms Uh huh And here's another hit Ricky Vaughn [Chorus] [Fresh Daily]: We outta here baby Yo XV we so outta here baby And it's me, Mr. F dot Daily [Verse Three] [Fresh Daily]: Yo, I got the flow of the century Swag of the millennium The cat's out the bag I got chips like Pentium Major league player though Don't hate on me, A to Z your favorite MC say I'm dope a**hole like I'm Larry David I never graduated You just mad and hating Congratulate him before you trapped in the batting cages And I'm Barry Bonds I mean, I'm Ricky Vaughn I mean I'm Casey Jones In case you ain't listening, it's very basic homes I'm the bat man/Batman, minus the cape and gloves I'm Hot Boy like Lil' Wayne minus me taking d** Pardon myself, I'm never faking thug but you can take a slug You saying stuff about the team then you can lay in blood B-b-b-black Nikes with Louis Vuitton Zoom in the Coupe and the roof is gone It's me XV and the dude with his supers on A.O.K. the crew I'm on Everyone else is Well...you know where these dudes is going Nowhere and oh yeah I'm putting it out there This is our year You jock our gear And we don't shop here We don't spend gwap here They just send us boxes of hot wears And we do not care Cause we stay top tier like sky boxes Or hi tops of Nike Airs Homie, I'm right here [Chorus] [XV]: The major leagues baby Yeah, yeah, the major leagues baby Uh huh, the major leagues baby