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(Bobby Creekwater) [Intro: Bobby Creekwater] Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man) 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 One] An executive mindframe, fuck tryin to rap Niggaz 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 niggaz in the special olympics is no dance I'm nice like a meal twice, nigga no grams Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands! See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up SongtexteThat's when I bone 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 [Chorus] Oh Lord that nigga mean, ain't he? Yea, goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady There he is - goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he? Yea, oh Lord that nigga mean, ain't he? Yea, see he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek... [Verse Two] Yea, yeah Nice like Mike right, you niggaz soft as night lights Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried Who the fuck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew This is just the shit that I am used to Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to Now I put the word out - I'm sure you niggaz heard 'bout Young boss sold money, old school new paint Ball knowin you can't, give a fuck what you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain't Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink You can't fathom what the bitch throwin at him Couple niggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me nigga And don't shit-talk pimp, I'd rather flush anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes And you niggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight What the fuck? (yeah) [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania