[Intro: Iamsu!]
Uh
Right
HBK, yeah you know how we play
This sound like, top down in the Corvette
'89, '91
Uh
[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Let me tell a little story about a ‘G’
2002 or maybe 2003
Six foot Mack with a knack for the funk
Supply the bass for your face in the trunk
I compose the beat, write the rap and I snap
And if the check bounce, the promoter get slapped
Cause there ain’t no faking when it comes to my dividends
Wake up in the morning and I stretch out my ligaments
Came from the rich, raised with respect
Momma was a teacher so I always came correct
Now we in effect, hopping off a jet
With some light work, two chains on my neck
I dress to impress, I don’t smoke the sessameal
Always keep the paper feel
Reefer give me sex appeal
Please unwind, and go and hope on this ride
With the greatest of all time
(Huh)
Uh
Right
HBK, yeah you know how we play
This sound like, top down in the Corvette
'89, '91
Uh
[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Let me tell a little story about a ‘G’
2002 or maybe 2003
Six foot Mack with a knack for the funk
Supply the bass for your face in the trunk
I compose the beat, write the rap and I snap
And if the check bounce, the promoter get slapped
Cause there ain’t no faking when it comes to my dividends
Wake up in the morning and I stretch out my ligaments
Came from the rich, raised with respect
Momma was a teacher so I always came correct
Now we in effect, hopping off a jet
With some light work, two chains on my neck
I dress to impress, I don’t smoke the sessameal
Always keep the paper feel
Reefer give me sex appeal
Please unwind, and go and hope on this ride
With the greatest of all time
(Huh)
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