Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Eminem - There he is ------------------------------------------ [Intro: Bobby Creekwater] Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man) Bobby Creekwater, todayīs host Todayīs narrator, yeah (We do this shit every year around this time) Todayīs what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it But I need yīall to sit back, and listen Listen man (fuck what you write man, just go get īem) [Verse One] An executive mindframe, fuck tryin to rap Niggaz represent a corner, I refined the map Artesian water, this is flow untapped And rep for īem like Mike on playoff night; thatīs if the payoff right The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them We ? the City like Diddy and them The opposition we just pityin them, itīs no chance Put you niggaz in the special olympics is no dance Iīm nice like a meal twice, nigga no grams Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands! See, one thingīs for sure Iīm pure uncut Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up Thatīs when I bone ya, nigga wake yoī punk ass up This is ammonia, fuck your face up Bitches wonīt even telephone ya I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya Ya dig? Take the world over thatīs the gig Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs Ever since a nigga got rich Life is still a bitch but she a high class bitch I just wanna fuck with me a high class bitch Nigga pitch that on some eyeglass shit See I classic, enough to get the mics back right And Iīm a fan of record sales, I donīt like that hype Iīm here to end it [Chorus] Oh Lord that nigga mean, ainīt he? Yea, goddamn that nigga clean, ainīt he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady There he is - goddamn that nigga clean, ainīt he? Yea, oh Lord that nigga mean, ainīt he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek... [Verse Two] Yea, yeah Nice like Mike right, you niggaz soft as night lights Diamondīs a tall order Iīm just tryin to get the hype right Iīm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out I canīt hold out, hot like a fish fried Who the fuck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I Hit you in your suit coolers, Iīm in the Coupe cooler than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew This is just the shit that I am used to Oh nah, I donīt bust a chopper but I used to Now I put the word out - Iīm sure you niggaz heard ībout Young boss sold money, old school new paint Ball knowin you canīt, give a fuck what you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ainīt Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink You canīt fathom what the bitch throwin at him Couple niggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance My vacation fee, ainīt no use in hatin me nigga And donīt shit-talk pimp, Iīd rather flush anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes And you niggaz wouldnīt bust a grape in a fruit fight What the fuck? (yeah) [Chorus]