[Verse 1] Uh, now tell me who it is K-Dot, young kid runnin' the music biz You tell me what's worse Me bein' the best rapper or rappers dyin' of thirst? I'm just like a gun-clapper with these words And you know I'm packin' And that word is meant for Janet Jackson I'm a black hippy, that's what I know I wear a heart black, I love peace, that's my clothes And so, and I don't know this name (Steve Buscemi, he's the actor, man) Thank you for that ad-lib, G Next thing you know, I google him up, it might be me I hope he's rich, I hope he's contra Band in my pocket, no, I don't have sponsors Don't want the police to come in this place Because I might run and I run this race That's in the rap game You got some more words, I go absurd I got nouns, I got more verbs, this is the curb I swing, my nigs, I flip flows I come from the West, I do it the best I don't stress, no contest Any rapper want to come see with Rickey Smiley? You can't see me, we creep up back of the alley And beat they a** and take they cash And then we stab, off in that Jag I'm in, uh, celebrity crushes I give 'em, they see me, I give them blushes I'm talkin' Halle Berry, Stacey Dash But she vote for Mitt Romney No, I don't want that a** I'm talkin' Obama, I'm talkin' more drama This another word, your momma Nah, that's Ebony Steele, that's me, for real She got them long hairs, but she don't wear high heels That means she's confident, that means she's beautiful That mean she got no dirt in the cuticles That means she got that watch I mean, she got the shades Shirley Caesar, left seat, man After forty years, they'll sweep her in through the city That's like me, that's like Jay Z, Pac and Biggie That like me, that's like rappers don't know where I'm from That's Compton, everybody don't want none I got the people in the back straight cheerin' I got the eyes wide open just like the deers in front of the