[Intro]
Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (Yeah, nigga)
Bobby Creekwater, today's host
Today's narrator, yeah
(We do this shit every year around this time)
Today's what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back, and listen
Listen, man (Fuck what you write man, just go get 'em)
[Verse 1]
An executive mindframe, fuck tryin' to rap
Niggas 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 niggas in the Special Olympics, it's no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice, nigga, no grands
Get them bitches out they pants—I did it with no hands
See, one thing's for sure, I'm pure uncut
Pimpin', you can either stay down or get gunned up
Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggas sun up
I just get an order, let my niggas pick the gun up
That's one up on ya, nigga, wake yo' punk ass up
This is ammonia, fuck your face up
Bitches 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 nigga got rich
Life is still a bitch but she a high-class bitch
I just wanna fuck with me a high-class bitch
Nigga, pitch that on some eyeglass shit
See I classic, 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
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