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Published on Aug 1, 2008
Lyrics: It's mean, soldier Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers With the CATS that push 40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras See me sling soda 'Cause the extra four in the split is mixed It's really 36 Used to buy toasters and clips You can tighten your circle or boa constrict While you was lighting your purple, I was over the scripts See, I couldn't walk the walk, couldn't really talk the talk Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk 'Cause this lack in talk had my walk looking off Now I'm over the limp Watch how they mugs drop when they see my Verbal's able (That's the Usual) When I was po' I was low Now me and my Chaps cop Purple Label It's Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate Niggas brownnose, they are like "after him" Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him Please don't Interscope It's gonna be a whole lot of Iovine and respirating If I lean out this window with Irene Niggas as tall as Yao Ming With L-U-P-Emperor Is the foundation's high beams and the antennas It's so serious every time I write my John Hancock like Could damn near see Detroit Niggas is scared of heights This is saran wrap and aluminum foil Some potpourri, a little machine oil I stack my paper and throw off my 6 This is top floor, better look out before Pennies from heaven is the same as the semi from the second And I reign supreme Turn your umbrellas upside down Did you even catch the change in theme?
And them niggas ain't Watts nor from his regime Gangsta lean Hats on tilt like these niggas ain't drop out the vending machine You gotta put more money in And I shake niggas up every time I drop a bar (2 for 1) It's horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box Like mo' money them every time I cop a car You see I'm a roller, right So it might be a Rover, right But every time I drop a 'r' (Get off the streets) It's "over" aite Bet I be in the head like overnight Like rollers, right She the chauffeur, right So I keep her sober She don't get Fed Ex like overnight I am Dolemite All that gas can't help you but solar might Just call on sun Drop a 's' Pick up an 'o' Uno, put it all on "one" Brace yourself like overbite "For that quiet nigga that relocated down south Coming back to floss" Nigga get your molars right Fix your grill No plaque but a whole lot of cheese This the drill Mr. Chill Gave me the green light like Yoda knife So I'ma force my will Like the Force I wield Of course you will Take my time But weight behind only pertains To that Porsche grill It's snakes in the hood Gotta watch for that Cobra bite Let me see There's snakes in the hood A bird, a horse behind the grill Something gator on the seat And a fox behind the wheel
For achiever My procedure's To proceed at all cost With no breather I'm all walk Rain, snow, or fever I'm all coughs coming after your teacher I'm on the ball like FIFA Viva Lupe Duce Long live the leader I remember I ain't have sneakers It was welfare Coming up for air is like Whales there Fila But now I'm well here I'm Shamu with twelve pair And niggas wanna take me back to zero like tear fare Well, my skill's clear You Sea World It's Braille here I'm Bumpy Johnson I stick to the streets Keep my dogs out in front of me You see what I'm saying And I push ki's wonderfully