[Intro]
What's the deally, yo?
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
(Jadakiss...)
Yeah (L.O.X.)
Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
When you think of me you think of a problem
Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve 'em
Automatic or revolving
The K I double S and, Here's the lesson
Most beams is infrared, but mines is fluorescent
No matter where you go, I'ma spot you
No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you
And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you
I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
Creep through in the 4-20 with your honey
'Cause you ain't nothin' but a playboy that turned bunny
And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
In these bullshit games these chickens, try to run me
Y'all know y'all can't touch us, I flow luscious
It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches
I'm sittin' on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (Why?)
'Cause a picture's worth a thousand words
And y'all herbs, y'all get what y'all deserve
Y'all do the catering while we just get served
And you got some nerve for P-H-in' Jason
Do you have any idea who you facin'?
Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
It's too hot, burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out
It must be real hard for y'all to listen
And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention
What's the deally, yo?
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
(Jadakiss...)
Yeah (L.O.X.)
Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
When you think of me you think of a problem
Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve 'em
Automatic or revolving
The K I double S and, Here's the lesson
Most beams is infrared, but mines is fluorescent
No matter where you go, I'ma spot you
No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you
And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you
I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
Creep through in the 4-20 with your honey
'Cause you ain't nothin' but a playboy that turned bunny
And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
In these bullshit games these chickens, try to run me
Y'all know y'all can't touch us, I flow luscious
It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches
I'm sittin' on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (Why?)
'Cause a picture's worth a thousand words
And y'all herbs, y'all get what y'all deserve
Y'all do the catering while we just get served
And you got some nerve for P-H-in' Jason
Do you have any idea who you facin'?
Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
It's too hot, burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out
It must be real hard for y'all to listen
And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention
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