Lyrics:
Bless my soul Herc was on a roll
Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll
What a pro Herc could stop a show
Point him at a monster and we are talking SRO
He was a no one
A zero , zero
Now he's a honcho
He's a hero
He was a kid with his act down pat
From zero to hero in no time flat
Zero to hero just like that
When he smiled the girls went wild
With oohs and ahhs
And they slapped his face on ev'ry vase
On every vase
From heroes fees and royalties
Our Herc had cash to burn
Now Nouveau Riche and famous
He could tell you
Whats a Grecian urn
Say amen and there he goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks lined up
Just to watch him flex
And his perfect package
In a a pair of pretty pecs
Hercie he comes he sees he conquers
Honey the crowds were going bonkers
He showed the moxie, brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
From zero to hero and who'da thunk?
The things I see a-bout me the big things and the small
The lit-tle cor-ner news-stand and the house a mile__tall;
The wed-ding and the church-yard, the laugh-ter and the tears,
The dream that's been a grow-in' for a hun-dred fif-ty years
The town I live in the street, the house, the room,
The pave-ment of the cit-y, or a gar-den all in bloom,
The church, the school, the club house,
The mil-lion lights I see, But es-pec-ial-ly the peo-ple,
That's A- mer - i -ca to me.
Say amen
There he goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome 10 for 10
Folks lined up
Just to watch him flex
And this perfect package
Packed a pair of pretty pecs
Hercie, he comes
He sees, he conquers
Honey, the crowds were
Going bonkers
He showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
Zero to hero and who'da thunk
Who put the glad in gladiator?
The unexpected revolution get-Get-Get-Get
Yeah! The unexpected revolution
The unexpec-pec-pected revolution
The unexpec-pec-pected revolution yeah!
Get loud!
Back one more time… back one more time
Back one more time… back one more time
Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch
Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal
Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back
Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up
I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got
And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss
Wu-Tang
Yo, you're hog-tied, I'm roping them, bitches, I'm groping them
Open up your veins, cop three bags of Dopium
Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force
Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce
I keep it gloss, I'm suited up for my franchise
Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys
Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness
I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish
Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit
I be the street menace on my David Ruffin shit
Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming I'm a crook
Throw up my middle finger, I'm a hall of famer in my book
Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork
Bubble through, got the W on my hood shirt
Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes
I'm that superhero with the brand new costume
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang
C'est un crime et c'est pas cher
Pour toutes nos faces de
Crétins bouseux qui s'déplacent
En moins deux pour t'charcuter la chair
J'patiente en psychiatrie avec
Des gens normaux je l'suis moins
J'préfère vous bouffer vous qu'les animaux
J'ai soif, je gonfle mes pecs en soulevant
Des altères de bières
Attends j'leur tète les seins j'confonds
Connasse et vache laitière
J'suis la pire épidémie
Défouraille mes ennemis
J'mets au rap l'anneau gastrique
J'suis crasseux, j'vous laisse la street
Néochrome c'est l'Néochrime
Va t'faire enculer par six
666 c'est l'code postal
Fils de pute, repose mes balles!
I'm sayin though, what?
I'm sayin..
Yo, what up Butter Pec'? Girl, you got me shy to speak
You the same dime piece that I saw last week
On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh
Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
My name is Bobby and I don't usually dance that much
I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch
That lured me in like a fly into the spider's web
Not these everyday hoes sweatin ghetto celebs
Powerule, I heard you got the good Power-you
Let's slip to my crib for an hour or two
[Chorus x 2]
[Method Man]
Hey, hey, hey..
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in City with Lil' Pec and Joe
Marlin don’t clubbin’ shit
But he bout clubbin’ a bitch
We be fuckin’ yo bitch
You be lovin’ yo bitch
I restructure her hip, then on her upper lip
Then she suckin’ the click manthat’s how
It be in the fuckin’ click!
No
You ain't fuckin' with me, pussy boy
I'm big pimpin'
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you's a pet
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you's a pet
(Co- come here lil' bitch)
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you's a pet
I'ma fuck on your lil' bitch then
Tell that bitch "go fetch" (Go fetch)
I ain't with that shit 'less
It's about a check (Check)
I'm boolin' with my dogs
Shout out big homie Dex (Dex)
Yeah, I'm flexing hard, bitch
She looking at my pecs (My pecs, Dexter)
Yeah, I'm flexing hard, bitch
She looking at my pecs (Dexter, 14)
Gotta watch out for these niggas 'cause
They turn into some rats
('Cause they turn into some rats)
Run up on an opp, smoke 'em like a cigarette
(Like a cigarette)
Riding 'round in a Lamb, yeah
I could've bought a Jag (Jag)
Baby girl, get back if you ain't
Talkin' about them rack (Dexter, yeah)
My Glock shoot 16 (My Glock shoot 16)
I'm coolin' with 14 (I'm coolin' with 14)
I got two bitches with me
(I got two bitches with me)
All my hoes are freaks
I'm a big dog, home boy, you a pet
If you talkin' to the cops swear
To God you gon' get whacked dexter
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you's a pet
(yeah)
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you's a pet
(Woah)
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you's a pet
(Woah) i'ma fuck on your lil' bitch then
Tell that bitch "go fetch"
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't with that shit 'less
It's about a check (Check)
I'm boolin' with my dogs
Shout out big homie Dex
(Shoutout big homie Dex
Shoutout big homie Dex)
Yeah, I'm flexing hard
Bitch looking at my pecs
(Pew pew pew, shoutout
Shoutout big homie Dex)
Yeah, I'm flexing hard
Bitch looking at my pecs (yeah, yeah)
Woo ooh
Yeah, wha-wah-wha-wha-wha-wha ooh ooh, what
The fuck is that, lil' bitch?
Bless my soul Herc was on a roll
Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll
What a pro Herc could stop a show
Point him at a monster and you're talking SRO
He was a no one
A zero, zero
Now he's a honcho
He's a hero
Here was a kid with his act down pat
From zero to hero in no time flat
Zero to hero just like that
When he smiled the girls went wild with oohs and aahs
And they slapped his face on every vase (on every vahse)
From appearance fees and royalties
Our Herc had cash to burn
Now nouveau riche and famous
He could tell you what's a Grecian earn
Say amen there he goes again
Sweet and undefeated and an awesome ten for ten
Folks lined up just to watch him flex
And this perfect package packed a pair of pretty pecs
Hercie, he comes, He sees, he conquers
Honey, the crowds were going bonkers
He showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
Zero to hero and who'da thunk
Who put the glad in gladiator?
Only want the pussy if it's Jenny from the Block (yah), stop playin'
Everybody else, stop hatin' with your hatin' ass (hatin' ass)
Money, I'ma make it last longer than Stevie Wonder
Playin' laser tag by himself (can't see shit)
Did it on my own, I don't need no help
'Stead of worryin' about me, better get it for yourself (yeah)
I'm the motherfuckin' man, can't help it
All I do is play the hand I've been dealt with
And these motherfuckers folded (y'all motherfuckers folded)
These motherfuckers folded
(All y'all motherfuckers folded, it's a royal flush)
These motherfuckers folded (still here, motherfucker, still here)
All these motherfuckers folded (it's a royal flush, god)
Put my poker face on, while they shuffle the deck
They don't cut me a card, but they cut me a check
When I come to collect, I take nothin' but yes
While they fold like a cummerbund but it's somersaults when I flex
Peep my muscle, no pecs
Just finessed for this tech
You need a classic? No sweat
You see, the rap game is my lick
And I'm Iceman with the hits
Just put the bands in my fist
Tremble and grind on my dick
I tell her, bitch, watch my Dior
Self-recorded that shit, lean like a quarter past 6
Now these hoes know that we on some
They think they get the free sip, nah
Them Eastern niggas then just walked into the buildin', yeah
Threw a glance at your girl, and that bitch got some feelings, ooh
We got high while y'all was chillin', plottin' on a million
Bought more than billiards, where the fuck my billboard?
Do as I instruct, black
'Cause my gat is jack-backed and lookin' at your baseball hat
I roll over that mess you stole
And took control and then broke the mold
Now here I stand, boss man
The northwest tip is where I am
And I'm runnin' this work like dope
Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts I go
Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard
No need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off MCs' necks
Run 'em into critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, shut up
Lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Givin' MCs lockjaw (your silence is my trade)
Come on, punish
Punish 'em
Punish
Punish 'em
Lockjaw
Givin' MCs lockjaw
Lockjaw
Givin' MCs lockjaw
Lockjaw, shh
Say amen
There he goes again
Sweet and undefeated
And an awesome ten for ten
Folks lined up
Just to watch him flex
And this perfect package
Packed a pair of pretty pecs
Hercie, he comes
He sees, he conquers
Honey, the crowds were
Going bonkers
He showed the moxie brains, and spunk
From zero to hero a major hunk
Zero to hero and who'da thunk
Who put the glad in gladiator?
Malik]
They say that drama for they Mama, no we can't talk like Tevyn
Wonder why they families cried and died before 97
Them and they sins burn to heavy make it all the way to heaven
And we keep bellin, yo G Z it ain't easy tell em
[Warren G]
Its the second time arizzound
You know we gotta clizzown
Young GFC and Hershey Locc from the pizzound
From OG to BG, from BG to OG
My sounds thump pump pump and you know me
[Chorus: x 2]
We want yo hands in the air with yo mouth shut
With Hershey Locc on the mic and Warren G in the cut
We make your heart beat, with Hershey Locc and Warren G
[Mr Malik]
Now he's solo while we roll up on yo block like the kesops
Makin everybody drop stop and stand it one spizzop
We have it locked, to the tic toc it don't stop
From our block to his block, it is that world bombs a lot
Everybody got glocks, but let him learn about
How them worms rock to the worms drop
Yeah you heard we rock, microphones by the masses
You never smash it, I get see-Notes diggin for the casket
It gets drastic, no need to ask if, we straight up mashin
If we don't start up all why'all to ball cashin
The throat locc apparatus when
Front to back again, what you want we back again
Now if a spliff did lyrically gifted, time to rap it then
So everybody throw your muthafunkin hands up in the wind
La la la la la , dee dee da dee dee da dee da
[Chorus: x 2]
[Warren G]
I got brew D like brady more like trump
Like the homey Tracy D who the quick to dunk
Follow me, back to the situation at hand
We make your heartbeat bounce, wit ya hands on your chest and your pecs
Open I'm scopin, the homey straight loccin, break we go for broken
What you smokin? the bomb blueberry
G Z Whee Z's back and its scary
To each and everyone of you wannabes
You wants none of these we rap catastrophies
Make ya heart beat ooh, ahh, dee dee da dee dee da dee dee da dee da
[Chorus: x 4]
I'm runnin' on adrenaline and one-hour naps
'Cause I do what you tell me to and do it to death
Do it death
Acapulco, Tel Aviv or maybe Japan
And pretty people yell at me to follow the dance
So I do what you tell me to and do it to death
But I can't do this shit again
Put your hands up 'cause I won't (right on time)
Raise a glass up 'cause I won't (my, oh, my)
Get your ass up 'cause I won't (I won't)
I must've missed the hype
But maybe that's the way I feel
Put your hands up 'cause I won't (right on time)
I'm not here 'cause you say so (my, oh, my)
Get your ass up 'cause I won't (I won't)
I must've missed the hype
But maybe that's the way I feel
That's the way I feel
(I don't, I don't, I don't)
I don't got a body like I see in the press
So I got to the precipice of pressin' my chest
And now I look impressive with a couple of pecs
Just like my friends
So welcome back and take a breath
You've come to life, you're bored to death
So welcome back and take a breath
You've come to life but I digress
Put your hands up 'cause I won't (right on time)
Raise a glass up 'cause I won't (my, oh, my)
Get your ass up 'cause I won't (I won't)
I must've missed the hype
But maybe that's the way I feel
Put your hands up 'cause I won't (right on time)
I'm not here 'cause you say so (my, oh, my)
Get your ass up 'cause I won't (I won't)
I must've missed the hype but maybe that's the way I feel
That's the way I feel
So welcome back and take a breath
You've come to life, you're bored to death
So welcome back and take a breath
You've come to life, you're bored to death
So welcome back
Acapulco, Tel Aviv or maybe Japan
And pretty people yell at me to follow the dance
So I do what you tell me to and do it to death
But I can't do this shit again
Put your hands up 'cause I won't (right on time)
Raise a glass up 'cause I won't (my, oh, my) (I won't)
Get your ass up 'cause I won't (I won't)
I must've missed the hype
But maybe that's the way I feel
Put your hands up 'cause I won't (right on time)
I'm not here 'cause you say so (my, oh, my)
Get your ass up 'cause I won't (I won't)
I must've missed the hype but maybe that's the way I feel
That's the way I feel
Ils pénavent mal, j'ai les poches gonflées, j'ai pas de darons dans la tess
C'est moi qui compte, personne ne peut me gronder
Ja-jacuzzi, dix tapins, j'ai le zingué, les feux
Photo pour l'magazine
J'cause avec l'assasin, mais avant faire des rimes
Ça mettait le C devant
J'démarre une chasse avec la bac de la ville
J'avoue, j'suis pas tout blanc
Pour les niquer, d'effort fallait redoubler
Au binks, j'ai toujours de la bête de weed
Sur le pec de gauche, y a le crocodile
J'double-j'double par la droite, Hayabusa
Y a les porcs à pied sur le point d'deal
Ils font le roi du silence quand la guitare parle
Yves-saint-lau-lau dans la vidéo, ils m'ont tourné le dos comme Kappa
T'façon, y a que deux places dans la Révolto
C'est Jefe, La Mano 1.9, la montre comme si je jouais en NBA
Et j'dépose tout au Salaf
Ils dormaient tous quand je mettais le pied à l'étrier
Ah, ah, ah qui joue au con?
This is a Nass production
Mmh, mmh
Merde alors
Tu veux la guerre, juste après, tu bipes ton père (ok)
À rien ça sert de faire pousser des affaires (gamberge)
Plus de mala, tu t'es retrouvé à terre (mala)
Maintenant, malade, tu grattes des blondes à l'after
Oh, oh (ouh), donne-nous le go, oh
On lâche pas le ghetto comme à Mexico (cabron)
Oh, oh (ouh), donne-nous le go, oh
On lâche pas le ghetto comme à Mexico (cabron)
Lunettes de ski dans le Rover
Derrière les pecs, j'ai un grand cœur (piou)
Loin des traîtres, loin des pompeurs
Tu fais le fou, après tu ramènes ton père (piou, piou, piou)
Vingt projets après, j'ai les dents aiguisées
Les schmitts ils ont des gros pet', des charbons déguisés
Frérot, tu deviens chaud bizarre quand t'as tisé
Tu dis que tu tires, tu sais même pas viser
J'suis dans des bails de malade
Pas de mala, pas de cala, peu de câlins
Pas de calibre, une pensée aux frères pas libres
À ceux qui rêvent de palettes ou de conduire la Ferrari
Pas b'soin de palettes au volant
J'suis dans la soucoupe volante
Pas b'soin de palettes au volant
J'suis dans la soucoupe volante
Ça sent la beuh, fais vura, j'suis l'vingt-deux
Ça sent la beuh, fais vura, j'suis l'vingt-deux
Oh, j'suis carrément dans l'truc (han)
Carrément, trois bails SFR, mec, c'est carrément les stup' (brr, brr)
Han, les p'tits sont dans Matrix, Opinel, on t'fait carrément du X, han
C'est que les frérots, que les numéros, que la plata, que la pasta
Sa grand-mère taffer au bureau, oh
Fer tchécoslovaque, boîtes de 30 arrivent sur l'Zodiac
J'ai même pas bu Jack, bande Organisée comme si t'avais vu l'Diable
Et sur les jantes, ça roule, Vovo, j'rentre à la 'son, minable
7.65 près des couilles, ça bosse pas la zone abdominale
Ça tourne comme des civ' en automatique
Tout niquer en équipe, c'est la thématique
Pour le territoire, entre ennemis, ça s'éradique
Sous shit et alcool, t'es tarpin lunatique
J'entends le bruit du RR-1000, ça te cherche ça zone, outillé (outillé)
Dans le quartier, la guigne ça va plus vite qu'une Audi, eh (Audi, eh)
Il a acheté une Kalash' parce qu'on lui a dit
"Pas besoin d'savoir viser" (savoir viser)
À Marseille, à peine majeur, ça t'fait des RDC très Organisé (Organisé)
À l'aise, j'vais t'niquer ta mère et tu ne verras jamais l'iPhone 13
C'est nous la tess, déstresse, K-K-K.O.f.s
J'lui ai donné un faux nom, elle m'a donné un faux num'
C'est une pute celle-là (hey)
Elle fait la pucelle, j'prends mes lovés
Je me taille voir les putes à Bruxelles (wow)
Elle est plein de feinte, elle repart avec moi, elle est venue avec eux
Je la branche à 20 heures, je la nique à 22
J'ai allumé la lumière, en fait, elle était 'quinte
Que veux-tu que j'te dise de plus?
Lossa dites-moi quel est l'proc'?
Ouais ouais, fraté, ouais ouais, lossah
Pecs sont tracés, barbe est rossa
Poches sont liassées #hallelujah
Lock est tracé #batslescouillas
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Don't got no goatee
Don't got no tattoo
Don't got no nose ring
Don't wanna be like you
See I got these glasses, so I'll never be cool
Always get my ass kicked when I get to school
Don't worry about an image
Don't got no attitude
I know I won't get laid
If I won't be like you
Don't got no biceps
Don't got no pecs
But I'll read you under the table
With my thick specs!
See I got these glasses, so they kick my ass
But I'll kick their asses when I get to class
I got these glasses, so I can't wear shades
But I'll kick their asses – I'll get good grades
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna get good grades!
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo
He danced a nasty funk-style retro
He drove a bright red '67 GTO
He liked to let his Elvis-style hair grow
He was a black belt loaded with skills
He spoke slow choosing words that could kill
Honest people didn't need to fear him
But do not cross that Native American
Cameo Cameo
Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He'd whisper "White Man speak with forked tongue"
Before he's finished talking, you'd be goin' down
He'd repeat "White Man speak with forked tongue"
By then, you'd be dead and buried in the ground
Cameo Cameo
Cameo Cameo
I said his name was Cameo
He said his name was Cameo
He wore a white leather racing jacket
Zipped wide open so you could check out
His tanned body and his clean-shaved pecs
And the turquoise jewelry dangling from his neck
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Un huh un huh
He said his name was Cameo
He said his name was Cameo
Cameo Cameo
Cameo Cameo
WORKING FOR THE McN
WORKING FOR THE McN
GOT ME c JOB WORKING FOR THE McN
DELIVERING BLINGY SHIT FROM c DIRTY WHITE VcN
THOUGHT I WcS HEcDING FOR THE TOP OF THE LcDDER
BUT WHEN I REcCHED THE PEcK THINGS JUST GOT ScDDER
WORKING FOR THE McN
GOT ME c JOB WITH c BIG CORPORcTION
THEY ScID I WcS HELPING BUILD UP THE NcTION
BUT THEN I FOUND MYSELF WcLKING ON THcT HIGH WIRE
KEEPING DOWN cLL MY GENUINE DESIRES
WORKING FOR THE McN
WHENEVER I TRY TO SELL OUT IT NEVER WORKS
YOU JUST DIG YOURSELF DEEPER INTO THE DIRT
YOU KNOW IT WON'T END TILL SOMEBODY GETS HURT
YOU'RE OUT THERE IN THE COLD WITHOUT c SHIRT
OUT THERE IN THE COLD WITHOUT c SHIRT
GOT ME c PLcCE WITH c HIGHER cUTHORITY
I WcS HOPING I'D JOIN THE UPPER MINORITY
FOUND IT WcS POUNDING MY MENTcL HEcLTH
CONSPIRED TO GET FIRED FROM THcT FcNTcSY WEcLTH
WHENEVER I TRY TO SELL OUT IT NEVER WORKS
YOU JUST DIG YOURSELF DEEPER INTO THE DIRT
YOU KNOW IT WON'T END TILL SOMEBODY GETS HURT
YOU'RE OUT THERE IN THE COLD WITHOUT c SHIRT
OUT THERE IN THE COLD WITHOUT c SHIRT
Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust,
There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease
And that's how it was for centuries
Me and my memories, till you brought the keys
Took the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I couldn't get near,
And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part
That was just the first part, just the start
Every night I'd be sittin' with dread pickin' my heart
In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base
An' I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape
You making love to someone else is more than I can take
And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell
I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee
I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure
Unless an escape route is found,
I'm going down underground
Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd
The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
So I'm referred back to hell, huh
Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges at the thought
Of syringes
J, I'm going insane with shame
I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
With what I call a farmer's swain
Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard
Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows,
Oversexed flexing his pec's
Jesus, what's he going make her do next?
I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest
You used to do that to me back in 1253
Pity me, while you lie with your lover
I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
Unaware of who else is there
I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline
When dust move in the sunshine
So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch
Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
And switch 'round the house in a blind rage
It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this
Cage
And write another stage into a new age,
It's difficult to gauge
But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend
I just don't know how or when
Sleep on, my lost love on gone
Jerome took me home under steel skies
Knowing I'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies
And what I verbalize he can see behind my eyes
The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies
And he surmised
No surprise couldn't hear that
Closed my eyes as he steered that old black BM home again
Not knowing how and not knowing when.
I'm the man to respect I'm demandin' respect
Or I'm commandin' that cannon do some damage to chest
Ain't no hustler or another on this planet as fresh
So when I lift up my royal hand, my pinky ring shakin' pecs
I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
Yeah! Now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
J'ai marqué mon temps comme Pelé
J'pèse deux milliards de francs CFA
Comme si j'tapais le ballon à Chelsea
J'remets Malibu Coco dans l'Hennessy
C'est N.I bumpee
Elle danse le Mapouka, j'ai gonflé les pecs, pecs, pecs,
Dans la salle du temps
En France et en kouma, elle a vu le fer, fer, fer, fer
Elle fait semblant
Laisse ça, y a Dieu dedans
Les jaloux vont maigrir dans pas longtemps
Laisse ça, j'ai plus trop l'temps
Pour m'poser, raconter la vie des gens (eh oui)
Oh là là, elle veut l'anneau, bébé
J'en ai quatre, mais j'ai rien à fêter
Dans les cas, jump dans l'Fé-fé
Double N, ciel étoilé
(Mami wata)
En d'ssous du bateau comme une sirène
(Waribana)
Elle a changé de côté, la vilaine
(Mami wata)
En d'ssous du bateau comme une sirène
(Waribana)
Elle a changé de côté, la vilaine
Charognard le plus connu, on m'présente pas
La petite veut gratter la visa
J'les ai dans le viseur, détente max
Rappelle quand t'as fini la mission
No stress (no stress), espèces (espèces)
Dans le sac, y en a plein god bless (god bless)
Elle aime quand c'est pimenté
J'fais flipper la petite, j'arrive en caisse
J'fais flipper la petite, j'arrive en chef
Tu connais, le mouvement est solide
Sur un morceau de shatta, ça tire en l'air
Le carré est rempli de gorilles
Vas dire à ta salope de s'tenir à carreaux
'Vec nous, le niveau est élevé
Dans un f de (?)
