[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]
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