[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, illest of the illest I'm a sick soul
A little margarita blend so I sip slow
Too talented type of n***a I'm kinda schizo
But never out of my element I let that fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She of that MDMA that's from Frisco
Hella chips call me mister Nabisco
Is that your b**h cause she, won't let my go wrist go
My technique is just s** freaks
Skinny dip with hot models, b**hes and lesbies
I'mma put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just s**y
I'mma play dumb play that role in that SV, it's ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real a** and tits
Most respect in the world to my real n***as
Cause, all them fake n***as make me wanna k** n***as
I stand alone f** that gang bang sh**
They Nintendo blowing n***as cause this game ain't sh**
Uh, it's relevant that I'm better than these 'veterans'
They are sleeping on me like I been givin' them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better friends and better peers
Cause I know when that cheddar ends they disappear
[Verse 2: Kevin McCall]
Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go, huh?
See I'm doper than that sh** Pookie was on in New Jack City
This is why I'm getting rich without trying I ain't like fifty
Cause what good is being rich if you're dying that sh** is silly
Call the the chain TLC all the ice'll make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad
I'm a real star, you're Patrick from SpongeBob
And in my city to the streets I'm Freeway Ricky
Cus I keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling CD's like them n***as push kilos
But I don't push weight unless there's plates in the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin' Up Fast
Call me lead foot cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
Cause when you see that whip that I have
You be like "What the f** was that?!"