Steve Sola - There He Is lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Creekwater] Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man) Bobby Creekwater, today's host Today's narrator, yeah (We do this sh** every year around this time) Today's what-the-f**-ever you wanna call it But I need y'all to sit back, and listen Listen man (f** what you write man, just go get 'em) [Verse One] An executive mindframe, f** tryin to rap n***as represent a corner, I refined the map Artesian water, this is flow untapped And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them We run the city like Diddy and them The opposition we just pityin them, it's no chance Put you n***as in the special olympics is no dance I'm nice like a meal twice, n***a no grams Get them b**hes out they pants, I did it with no hands! See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up Mr. Night Life, I can give you n***as sun up I just get an order, let my n***as pick the gun up That's one up on ya, n***a wake yo' punk a** up This is ammonia, f** your face up b**hes won't even telephone ya I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya Ya dig? Take the world over that's 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 n***a got rich Life is still a b**h but she a high cla** b**h I just wanna f** with me a high cla** b**h n***a pitch that on some eyegla** sh** See I cla**ic, enough to get the mics back right And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype I'm here to end it [Hook] Oh Lord that n***a mean, ain't he? Yea, goddamn that n***a clean, ain't he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady There he is - goddamn that n***a clean, ain't he? Yea, oh Lord that n***a mean, ain't 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 n***as soft as night lights Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried Who the f** is this guy? The ruler on the disc I Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm 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 sh** that I am used to Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to Now I put the word out - I'm sure you n***as heard 'bout Young boss sold money, old school new paint Ball knowin you can't, give a f** what you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, n***a you ain't Think you f**in with me then double whatever you drink You can't fathom what the b**h throwin at him Couple n***as hatin on him but the fans waitin on him Like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me n***a And don't sh**-talk pimp, I'd rather flush Anyone with big enough nuts to come and f** with us I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes And you n***as wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight What the f**? (yeah) [Hook]