[Produced by Russ] [Verse 1: Russ] There that boy go blowin' past ya Hood girls f**ed around And turned me to a bachelor I been flying 'round the country Every night I'm taking off I swear the studio's looking like NASA I been steady sippin' like a sailor Homies smoke like hippies Blow that gra** by the acre All my b**hes speakin' in Spanish When I touch down in Atlanta I need that Georgia dome But I ain't gonna chase ya [Hook: Russ] Magazine, TV, Radio, my baby Imma' be everywhere you go my baby Woa-oohh yeah it's crazy Woa-oohh I know it's crazy [Verse 2: Russ] I think the only girl that loved me Was the first one Can't believe I cheated but I guess I had to learn some Now I've just been dealing with karma In the form of broken daughters Lookin' for fathers Man, y'all better keep searchin' Diemon's in my blood Damn I see I really own sh** Keep on acting brand new You gon' turn into my old chick Imma' have to fly to L.A And go cop a place in the hills And then fill it up with Latinas And make you cope wit' [Hook: Russ] Magazine, TV, Radio, my baby Imma' be everywhere you go my baby Woa-oohh yeah it's crazy Woa-oohh I know it's crazy [Outro: Russ] Tell these mutha fukkas better bow down now Cause the kings in town Tell these mutha fukkas better bow down now Cause the kings in town