Em's verse
Nothin' high cla** in my gla**, only bottles I pop
Are bottles of pop so when I pop up in the spot
Im prob-ably not gonna be wantin' to pop bubbly
Or Ciroc, I'm not Puffy, but I'mma run this city tonight
When I hit it, I might act like a frickin' idiot
Diddy mixed with a medieval knight, big city lights
Little indignity, hot diggity, this Biggie is getting me hype
I don't get some liquor, I'll hurt you
I'll knock a dick in the dirt, bickerin' worse
Than that b**h in that Snickers commercial
A mixture of Stiffler and Urkel, hangin' from the light fixture
I hope you pricks are insured for this buildin'
Cuz we're tearin' it down, security get out
The frickin' way, Jesus Chrysler Lebaron it's loud
I swear the only thing I hear is the sound
Of sirens goin' AH AH AH AH cause...