[Produced by 1500 or Nothin']
[Intro]
Yeah, gangsta gangsta, yeah
Wassup? Yeah
Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Coming fresh out that Pyrex pot
Black Air Force 2s and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go 'head
I'll bring out them polka dots, put Kwame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell of Paris Hilton cologne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
Before I climb through his window like, "Nigga, I'm home!"
Running the rock like O.J., nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
[Intro]
Yeah, gangsta gangsta, yeah
Wassup? Yeah
Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Coming fresh out that Pyrex pot
Black Air Force 2s and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go 'head
I'll bring out them polka dots, put Kwame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell of Paris Hilton cologne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
Before I climb through his window like, "Nigga, I'm home!"
Running the rock like O.J., nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
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