[Kool Keith]
Can you funk with it? (3X)

Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well equipped
Usin my style for a firm set of action
MC's beware, the club windows I'm bashin
Throwin rhymes and bombs and some cocktails
You better move quick, but not slow snails
I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy
Why? Cause I'm the great grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go left
Rhymin on off-beat, the X is so death-defyin
Super scrubs keep tryin
You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion
I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees that come sting them
Time after time, rhyme after rhyme
Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a dime
A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill
How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill
You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall
straight on your brain, the X'll drop rocks
Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox
Standin still and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin
I'm dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color
You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother
father, son, your pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin the X, yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
while my DJ go wild, do a backspin
Kick em down, one two, flights of four stairs
This ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I'm just a convict, skippin the prison line
Yo, I'm on the chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] Flipmaster, bust your rhyme

Yeah.. my funkiest deep down from the underground
down in the Bronx, this is the FUNK

[Ced Gee]
Yo melody change up, grip on the beat right
I come correct hit hard like a fist fight
I thank God for pavin the ways
for writin these dope rhymes, and rappers I slaid
I'm kickin the rhymegram, as dope as I can and
to make you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam
To crush a punk and make em beg for mercy
Because he's nothin, he can't touch me
The metaphor master, has to blast ya faster
You wanna step in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel
So step if you really feel cocky
and I'll flip and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your gameplan
You played out son like Dudley Captain Caveman
Set you down, explain you can't go far
You rhyme kinda country like some shit out of Hee-Haw
Ced Gee and I'm flexin my wrath
Takin rappers by one, cold BUSTIN that ass
So now you know exactly what's the time
I'm cold illin on the new chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[C.Gee] Yo Tim Dog, bust your rhyme

Yo, man it's the man himself
The motherfuckin illegal alien one
Yo comin up next is Tim Dog
Yo Dog, eat them motherfuckers

[Tim Dog]
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh, comin at cha
with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff catch ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get LOW
but you still can't BLOW
Rhythm is smashin whippin ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin break em like glass and
{*crashing glass*} you just shatterin
Fuck with Tim Dog, well you know you're not badder than
I'm rich and thick, you're "cup of noodles"
My rhymes are hardcore when you're rubber like doo doo
Step back, ease back and just listen
I'm dissin, all suckers that keep wishin
Rhyme and rhyme, with the rhyme, bring another rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme
Steppin to the A.M., steppin to the P.M.
Steppin to the bus while I'm ridin in the B.M.
*vrrroom vrrroom* You see me jettin right by
with the fly latin girl in my ride
You gettin jealous? You shouldn't be jealous
Let me ask the fellas - hey fellas
why is he jealous, jockin me and my fly ride?
You really really really wanna get inside
You wanna riff but I got the gift that come swift
and ain't got time for that BULLSHIT
Pulsate devestate and innovate
Suckers that think they're great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin back with the rhyme
Fuckin up shit on the chorus line

[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] It's a chorus line
[Ultra] It's a chorus line!
[Tim D] T.R., yeah, bust your rhyme!

I think the track is very complicated
I don't know, any place that will accept the track like this
We can't deal with that stuff, it's too tight

[T.R. Love]
Back again, comin off on a hype track
The man is back again, cause it's like that
BLACK, matter of fact, in death react
combat, motherfuckers don't want that
style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style
Freestyle, so buckwild
I got the style you want to hear
Who's next? You better fear
T.R., the super S-T-A-R, like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin, like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is..
Make a move? I'll make you famous
And if you choose to step to this, you get next to this?
Remember the Exorcist
I wrap rappers like my man named bolo
Take out a city, like Chernobyl
I'm greatly underrated, highly elevated
To serve and destroy, is how I demonstrate it
To keep grooves and move to soothe and prove
fans and guests performers I amuse
To teach and reach, anyone or anybody
A fan will grab my hand and wants to join the party
I got skills and style for each and every time..
.. on the chorus line!

[Chorus - Pharell]
(You out of line), mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)

[Verse 1 - Malice]
Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You out of line)
Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to a-tracks
Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You out of line)
Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax
I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door (You out of line)
That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw
See in my household it was quite unique (You out of line)
Playin hide and seek, you might find a ki
Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental (You out of line)
Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental
Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 (You out of line)
And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich
How I turned out let it be no surprise (You out of line)
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes
See, my family got a history of hustlers (You out of line)
Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, its tradition

[Chorus - Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)

[Verse 2 - Pusha T]
My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there
What's my excuse, cartoons were the root
Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in
Palm of the hand, what couln't I demand
See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You out of line)
Low brim, no smile, lotta cash meanwhile
Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey (You out of line)
Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie
With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes (You out of line)
Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough
Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You out of line)
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
Tha streets had me to mold (You out of line)
Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen
Rebel like Che Guevera (You out of line)
Tyco RC versus Carrera, peak

[Chorus - Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)

[Verse 3 - Malice]
I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em
She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum
Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure (You out of line)
Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure
The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle
Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle
Let that explain me and how I got involved (You out of line)
Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal

[Pusha T]
Age fifteen, walkin through the hallway
Plate the new Jordans, first ones on the scene
See I could afford 'em, livin out a dream
Hustler on the rise, laces untied
Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride
Didn't know I was knotted in street ties
Teachers askin' how and why (You out of line)
Bitches passin' by, oh my, he's so gangsta

[Chorus - Pharell]
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout
(You out of line), when I was a young boy
(You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit
(You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back
(You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin'
The nigga out of line, (You out of line)
I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line)
Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line)

Cross That Line lyrics
(feat. Akon)

[Akon: talking]
Convict [echo]
Up Front
Yeah..
Convikt Muzik

[Rick Ross talking (Akon)]
Ross.. (ohhh)
Triple C's

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line
(Hold up, Hold up)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I was birthed in the crackhouse
But what made it worse every first is a packed house
Little brother knowin' life illegal
No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles
I'm gon' find knights and regals
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the free lunch
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
Big guns for the other side
Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns
Slap ya in the head I'ma open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got whore debit
Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A life setence is a life sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like business

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga
You would be killas, that is could be nigga
The last minute of your last breath
I'm the last entrance right before your last step
Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas
The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga
Critics wonder will I last long
Even though I showed my ass on my last song
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Music Fades]

I Hope I Get It lyrics

[ZACH]
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch...Again!
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch...Again!
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch...Again!
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch...Right!
That connects with...
Turn, turn, out, in, jump, step,
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch.
Got it?... Going on. And...
Turn, turn, touch, down, back, step,
Pivot, step, walk, walk, walk.

Right! Let's do the whole combination,
Facing away from the mirror.
From the top. A-Five, six, seven, eight!

[ALL]
God, I hope I get it.
I hope I get it.
How many people does he need?

[BOYS]
How many people does he need?

[GIRLS]
God, I hope I get it.

[ALL]
I hope I get it.
How many boys, how many girls?

[GIRLS]
How many boys, how many...?

[ALL]
Look at all the people!
At all the people.
How many people does he need?
How many boys, how many girls?
How many people does he...?

[TRICIA]
I really need this job.
Please God, I need this job.
I've got to get this job.

[ALL]
God, I really blew it!
I really blew it!
How could I do a thing like that?

[BOYS]
How could I do a thing like...

[ALL]
Now I'll never make it!
I'll never make it!
He doesn't like the way I look.
He doesn't like the way I dance.
He doesn't like the way I...

[ALL]
GOD, I think I've got it.
I think I've got it.
I knew he liked me all the time.
Still it isn't over.

[MAGGIE]
What's coming next?

[ALL]
It isn't over.

[MIKE]
What happens now?

[ALL]
I can't imagine what he wants.

[GIRLS]
I can't imagine what he...

[ALL]
God, I hope I get it!
I hope I get it.
I've come this far, but even so
It could be yes, it could be no,
How many people does he...?

I really need this job.

[A FEW VOICES]
My unemployment is gone.

[ALL]
Please, God, I need this job.

[A FEW VOICES]
I knew I had it from the start.

[ALL]
I've got to get this show.

[PAUL]
Who am I anyway?
Am I my resume?
That is a picture of a person I don't know.

What does he want from me?
What should I try to be?
So many faces all around, and here we go.
I need this job, oh God, I need this show.

(Verse 1)

Let me take you baby, down to the river bed
Well, I got to tell you something
That'll go right to your head

(Chorus)

Ahh-ooo
I got a line, gotta line on you-oo
Ahh-ooo
I got a line, gotta line on you-oo

Ah Yes,Yes

(Verse 2)

Just put your arms around me, gimme every bit of your love
Well you know what to do, cause it's up to you
You got the kind of lines to make it through these times

(Chorus)

Ahh-ooo
I got a line, gotta line on you-oo
Ahh-ooo
I got a line, gotta line on you-oo
Oh, Yes!


(Solo)


(Break/Chorus)

Well....I got a line on you
ohh I got a line on you baby
(Got a line on you babe)

(Verse 3)

Now you listen!
Winter's almost over, summer she's coming on strong
I gonna love you, love you, love you, love you all year long

(Chorus) X4

Ahh-ooo
I got a line, gotta line on you-oo
Ahh-ooo
I got a line, gotta line on you-oo

DOWN TO THE LINE

(By Randy Bachman, Alice Cooper, Kim Fowley, Mark Anthony).

I've made up my mind,
I've got to get out in a hurry
I've stated my case
There's no need to come on with worry

'Cause I'm a real straight shooter
and my boot heels are clean
I'll always try to do better
I don't live in no dream

I live Down To The Line

You know I made it all right (Down to the line)
Stayed up all night (Down to the line)
It's the way to live life (Down to the line)
It's the way to live love (Down to the line)

Down to the line, down to the line
Sooner or later it gets you every time
Down to the line


I found me a way
to stand up this way without cryin'
Now they asked for the key
but they're complainin' instead of just tryin'

but I'm a real straight shooter
and my boot heels are clean
I'll always try to do better
I don't live in no dream

I live down to the line

You know I made it all right (Down to the line)
Stayed up all night (Down to the line)
It's the way to live love (Down to the line)
It's the way to love life (Down to the line)

(repeat chorus)

Pick up the phone call up the line
Call up the re-quest line
Call up the line
Call up the re-quest line
Nana nana nananana na na nana nana
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us

[Chorus (Macy Gray)]
This is a re-quest Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey Dj (your on the line girl)
Hey Dj (On the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like im down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like crisco
Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full
by the crate full, and we greatful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(Last night the DJ saved my life)
Cuz of the collection of the records he saved
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed

[Hook]
Cuz you know you got the feeling
(All right)
Good god got the feeling
(All right)
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin
(All right now)
And I be feelin
(All right)
Dont stop keep it goin now come on

[Chorus (Macy Gray)]
This is a re-quest Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
Hey DJ (On the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band

Turn table lets bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
Mos Def, Les Nubians, and De La Soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when im cruisin down the bario
Turn my audio up, create a party yo
(Hey DJ would you play ma song)
And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on
And (I'm dancin) all day all night
Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside

[Hook]
(All right)
Got me feelin
(All right)
Got me feelin
(All right)
Got me feelin
(All right)
all shots down
(All right)
got me wanna get down all night
(All night)
All right now

[Chorus (Macy Gray)]
This is a re-quest Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
Hey DJ (On the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band

Jump up enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody everybody have a good time
[2x]

Last night a DJ saved my life
[Fading effects]

[Chorus 3x]

[GZA]
Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty
Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me
Quickly drop non-stop rec shot
What I took on the road on the lap and desktop
A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves
8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool
I rhyme wit sense the paragraph was intense
Area's dense with the flow from the sentence
Engine powered by five hundred horses
Press by a threat of joint forces
For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef
Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat
On the board, you're just a piece that's captured
Weak as the lamb that's laying in the pasture
The plug that gave ya juice, I might pull it
Can't escape these endless waves of rap bullets

[Chorus: Santi White (GZA)]
They got no place for me
In my life can't you see?
I must not push or bite it tell me
Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line)
Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son)
Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid)
Stay in line

[GZA]
I'm not insane in fact I'm kinda rational
Chrome-plated serrated swords slashing you
I shine light to the mic
That's filled with the unspoiled water that sprits with light
But um, you get high of the wealth and livin' large
We rely of the stealth of camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood ya mans market
From high altitude cover the land target
Lost in the desert, the journey is stressful
Where the rescues are unsuccessful
They perish while they search for it, intriguing treasures
Should of taken precautionary measures
The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya
A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica
Because we rock the jails
Wit it and mase write the verse on the walls of cells

[Chorus]

[GZA]
Ya out cold, ya styles old
Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan less bone
Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech
Shoulda' Protect ya Neck

[Santi White]
And do they think they got me? I don't know
They seen ya picture baby? Don't think so
Now do your mission and while you were thinking
Ain't no collision that'll stop me from screaming

[GZA]
Involving movements, controlling the squares that's closed in
Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen
Submerged in deep blocks of ice
Sceaming a wise by the high-tech devise
The slightest fame can bring pain and torture
The author, who came with a burning offer
Published by whoever made it must own it
Is just symatomic for one chaotic moment

[Chorus]

[CHORUS]
Call me baby, we can get hot
Come and get my love girl on the wire
1, 2 wacha gonna do?
Stay at mine, sounds fine
Say your gonna feel me, baby that can thrill me
Up and down
Round and round
Call my number; we’ll make love on the line [ALL]

I know you gotta go away, for quite a while
But you can pick up the phone, and you can dial
And when you’re feeling lonely, I can see you right through
And if you tell me that you want it
Then I can make love on the line with you [Rocky B]

I’m gonna miss your body, perfume on your skin
You say you’re gonna feel me, girl that can thrill me
Cos you can call me anytime
For love on the line [Reepa]
(Love on the line) [Krazy]

[CHORUS ALL]

We can chat all night and day girl
When I’m home or away girl
Just give me a call on my line girl
You can be all mine girl
And when we are talking I picture your eyes on your pretty face
With the gloss on your lips, soft tanned skin
And the body I’ll embrace [Strider]

Just make love to me
And give it to me the way you wanna
And everything you ask of me, you know I’m gonna
Cos you can be mine any time
(Any time) [Flava]
For love on the line [Kenzie]
(Love on the line) [Krazy]

[CHORUS ALL]

When I wake you in the night
Girl I’m gonna do you right
We can live a fantasy
And loves bo wo
Imagine that I’m touching you baby
Can you feel me to? [Krazy & Tommy B]
Call my number
For love on the line [Krazy]

[CHORUS x2 ALL]

Top Of Tha Line Nigga lyrics
Top of the line nigga....Check it!

[Verse 1]
Excuse me
Let me introduce me
Look, look, Uptown top of the line HB
See, I'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crush
Ain't too many could touch, baby
I'm too much
I'm 15 with 15 carats and 15 figures
And 15 niggas with 15 hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Of the million dollar spot
When I flex what I got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show I get,
You could give me a quarter ki
Tryin' to wholesale
But it cost six five to see me
While we be doin' shows,
Baby transportin' ki's
Findin' out all ways to beat the N.O.P.D.
But ugh ugh, can't stop me from shinin'
No, ugh ugh, can't stop my roley from windin'
Yeah, I (sniff) I,I, know niggas mind,
Me and Prime up in the 5
Dawg, it's top of the line

[chorus]
Say, Woday,
Look, look, for you to have diamonds like me
Woday
Ya'll need to see the leather in the humm-v
Woday
Us niggas six figures
Oh, Woday
Top of the line nigga
Say, Woday
For you to have diamonds like me
Woday
Check the rack and piney in the humm-v
Oh, Woday
See, we playin' with six figures
Oh, Woday
How U luv that?
Top of the line nigga

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I just ordered me somethin' new,
From sixth generation technology,
That's only made for movies
Comin' from Tennessee
And I'm in Louisville on 23rd Street
Hangin' with this Hot Boy, chillin'
Tryin' to find a way to drop a hundred ki's on these niggas
And I'm peepin' this shit
They be shinin' like me nigga
Ridin' on 20's,
They be playin these hoes,
These niggas in Louisville got a mouth-full of golds
But see, Playboy, I be bout that shinin'
These niggas bout that repin' while I be bout big tymin', nigga
I'm so tru to do whatever I do,
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line, nigga, I don't know what to do
I bought Fresh a Lamboughini and me a Lotus, fool

I Got the jacuzzi, nigga, in the back of the truck,
Runnin' water for ya daughter when she wanna get buck
Cable, satellite dish, sony remote
Benson sold me the truck
Copa sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind a crowd,
I got some shit in my trunk that's way too loud
I'm the most looked at in the year '98
Ya'll got to love me baby
Don't I look great?
God gave me a gift, so I'm gon' share it ya'll
Like Michael Jordan, ya'll gon' see me ball

1 million, 2 million, 3.
Oh! It's my part?
Lil' niggaa with the cold heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like 18's
And sparkle like a bezel,
Ridin' up ya block in a fully loaded Legend
Nigga, Navigator on broaders
But that's for tomorrow, though
Shaggin' the 400 with Mag, Julius, and Mario
Yeah, slut, that's me
In the GS3
So play the back seat
Suck on me
Watch ya teeth
And, uh, wipe ya feet before ya step on the mar-ble
Ding-dong, rock ya bell
Work ya mell
So what the hell?
What?
Like my smile?
3 million dollar grin
What?
This me
Hey, introduce me to ya friend
It's all gravy baby
Hot Boy
You should know
In a Mercedes baby
Uhuh, that's beautiful
Look, I'm large girl
Be flyin' up and down the lake on CDR's girl
In my garage up at my place
I got more cars girl
I swear
Me and my presence
We superstars bro
Look, look, it's marvelous
Ya see I (bloop)
Bust like a bottle of Moet
Go cash about 4 checks
Go write till I get Moet
I sticks to the code
Reeboks and Girbaud
It's all about a mil, these hoes, diamonds, and gold

[chorus]
Say, Woday
Ya'll niggas need to have diamonds like me
Woday
Check the woodgrain in the humm-v
Oh, Woday
See, us niggas playin' with six figures
Say, Woday
Top of the line type niggas
Oh, Woday
Ya'll don't have no diamonds like me
Oh, Woday
I don't think you drive a humm-v
Say, Woday
I'm playin with six figures
Say, Woday
Runnin' with top of the line type niggas

Hey, Playboy it's like this. Say, go get the shovel, man.
Let's go dump all this ice. It's wonderful baby. For real.
Truly marvelous. Ya'll tryin to wear me like jeans,
but ya'll need to wear ya'll own, man. C'mon, for 50 man.