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Yeeeeaaah, look up in the sky It's not a bird, it's not a plane It's one of them little Batman symbol things Except it's got a lizard in it Chamillitary, let's get it, ye-yeah! Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real) Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind) Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me I bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob me No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off I'm a player, don't play so play up above me All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgy Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love me I'm a put the city on my back, I mean put it right back on my back And it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'Llac And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks SongtexteBecause I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear All this money I'm a get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women strippin here? Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip appeal It's the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler Roll her number on a dollar but I really just want the dollar I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol holder's on me And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know you're phoney It's lonely at the top but I like ridin solo Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo' Some want some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck" Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool us Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what? He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beat Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teeth I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press release The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the faker Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking haters I promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her I'm true to paper and pretty ones always glued to paper Nah I ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya covered They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer mother And after that probably go to her house and sock her mother I showed the underground how to attract the dollars bills But I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it real Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a deal You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy meals They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your dresses A lotta people say they the best but their words are not impressive Lames know that I burn money, I'm a show you how to melt a stack First I'm a go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that They know I've been on the grind in every city that's on the map Looked down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back" Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you I don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake I'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is, Koopa Aus Songtexte Mania