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A: I'm hungry, man L: Hey, it's the DJ A: This is the DJ? L: Yeah J: [?] vibrate, Haile Selassie, y'know this is 2011, Caribbean magazine, maybe you know him A: Aaah, that's the guy J: Yes M: We wanna hear you live, talk let's hear somethin' J: Come on, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year Yeah, it's me Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (Never) But the show got a lot Around five blocks, read it and weep (Bitch) Shit, I'm unexplained like a lot of things (What?) If I see it and I want it, I'ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (Bing) No doors on my jeep (Nope) That's the case, I had to jump out And Stacey Dash on police (Yo, I'm out! Yo, I'm out!) SongtexteI shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (Uh) A Hall of Famer, rap the least, damn (Uh) This train won't stop, so my chick won't top (Nope) I'm bouncing down the block in that 6'2" drop (6'2" drop) I'm so sincere, man, I shit you not (I shit you not) I'm qualified to speak for my attorneys Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (Black one) This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (Yeah) I think I'll fuck around and throw Aladdin on the remix (Yeah) You can never score a point against my defense (No) For many years, my mind been going off the deep end Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball You get turned into a taco (Mmm) Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco (Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?) Like I said, they'll never find you in a pot roast Uh, they'll never find you in a pot roast I'm steppin' in hotter this year I'm steppin' in hotter this year When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name Yo, yeah, yo Suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists Three's basic, forty-five colors on the Coogi You see me but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father Up in Saks bustin' down racks We out in Bal Harbour, certified Looking like I'm powerin' appliance Beefin' over money that can sour an alliance If yous evil, sitting in the cabinet Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet Outfits, controversial like I'm Russell Westbrook Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook And fuck these old niggas actin' like they made us We superceded everything they did so now they hate us Take a look at my life, 'cause I'm historical You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal I'm the type to look up continents and then explore a few Splash this serrano in the coffee This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary Every Gucci hoodie that sell, you couldn't stand with me Crazed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through Easy 'fore we open the spot, I might blind you Shit When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name When the sun don't shine no more And the rain keep bubbling down And it can't exsolve the pain Baby, you can call my name Baby, you can call my name That's how you perform under pressure Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked it out! Rastafari, mon, Haile Selassie, mon Aus Songtexte Mania