[Chorus: Pooh Bear & (Snoop Dogg)]
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition)
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
And my return (yeah!) is more like a re-up
I hold a whole like a tea-cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up
My other hand throwing "We" without the e up (Westside)
I got like five more, man, I'm something like Shiva
In that Fall of Rome Number Four Deluxe
See, I've been around the world like the gnome
But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up
The folks, unknowns, and the stones all meet up
Police tap my phone, got my songs on speaker
Say he spat the poems, got their domes all geeked up
To get up on they thrones and become young leaders
Oprah put it on my culture, now, if that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers, now, if that ain't blown
They gave my man forty-four, now, if that ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders, now, if that ain't strong
I made it out alive from the streets of the west side C-H-I
Now, if that ain't home, you better tell 'em
Gather 'round, go a-head and stare
(You street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition)
Listen with your eyes follow with your ears
(I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition)
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
And my return (yeah!) is more like a re-up
I hold a whole like a tea-cup
World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up
My other hand throwing "We" without the e up (Westside)
I got like five more, man, I'm something like Shiva
In that Fall of Rome Number Four Deluxe
See, I've been around the world like the gnome
But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up
The folks, unknowns, and the stones all meet up
Police tap my phone, got my songs on speaker
Say he spat the poems, got their domes all geeked up
To get up on they thrones and become young leaders
Oprah put it on my culture, now, if that ain't wrong
Imus got it from the rhymers, now, if that ain't blown
They gave my man forty-four, now, if that ain't long
I put it all on my shoulders, now, if that ain't strong
I made it out alive from the streets of the west side C-H-I
Now, if that ain't home, you better tell 'em
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