[Intro]
Let's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, k**a, Freekey
How long we gon' have this sh** on lock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye
[Verse 1]
Listen, I been coppin them P's and
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin
But I'm getting head
She's bobbin her weave and (yes sir)
I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin
I'mma wild out until I part with my breathin
Until I'm sparked up and leakin
Part of the cement
I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?)
Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened)
Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)
Zeke the only one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside
Seems like we were playin in mud
Hazin' it up, grams, gauge and a snub
Who ill? a check for two mill
And a cheap case, defaced, blue steel, true sk**s
I got stories that my soul can sing
Flip water like Poland Spring
And I'mma hold them things
[Verse 2]
Look - talk to 'em
Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot
Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop
But f** it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (k**a!)
Top a top on top of the top
But yo - nothing definite
I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop
Blocka Blocka the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops
Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)
It's about being 'bout It
If you're not, you're a** backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important)
Little n***as need to sit up and breathe
If the town too hot, get up and leave
n***as always got a trick up their sleeve (always)
n***a like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve
And that's for-e-ver
[Verse 3]
sh**, I was two blocks from coppin dust
I used to hop the bus
Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us
Girls, they gotta rush
sh**, they gotta blush
Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they piss and, b**h, how they ran a mile
f** k**a Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles
Damn, I gotta smile
Hundred grand, I demand it
God damnit, the boy the boy done done it, child
And that's forever, man
[Outro]
You hear it, uh huh
We here, I love y'all man
It's nothing boy
Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru
What's really good?
Holla at your boy
I might have this sh** on lock man
Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus - holla
Chicago, you have your own Kanyes West on the track
Harlem, you know who the f** I am - k**a!
We just want you's to know Diplomats is here
We ain't going nowhere
Holla atchya boy-boy, let's ride out man