Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWho am I? You ask, so you know it's by the grammarFrom any state, it don't matterFrom Maine to MontanaFrom white girls named AnnaTo old ladies named NanaThey holdin' up they bannersAnd runnin' with they camerasCan I get a flick? You damn right, missCan I take a hit?Or boo like this?Chronic, sticky like gumMy ass is out with the cumDon't worry about my fundsI'm way around it in oneUh-oh, uh-ohWhen you seen that homoBut that was lastSomeone for sureI'm much more bluntI'm more up close and personalIt's just gon' get worse nowI'm far prouder than vocalIt takes it to versatileCan't worry about certain soundsThat come out these haters' mouthsI realize they can't help itJust stay where you're bowin' downFor more, you can keep your poundsUnless you gon' smoke it nowIf not, I suggest youBack your *** up and head out of townUh-oh, uh-ohI hear the boys comin'Uh-oh, uh-ohI hear the boys comin'I hear the boys comin'Uh-oh, uh-ohUh-oh, uh-ohI hear the boys comin'Uh-oh, uh-ohUh-oh, uh-ohI hear the boys comin'They be like, hold up, hold up, hold upI know that ain't them, manMurph jersey on backwards with old school TimsAnd Kiwan got on so many colors, just like a pimpNelly chain so long, got him walkin' with a limpAli is throwin' money in the front rowAnd everybody's feelin' good, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI'm trying to slow down, but where the hell it slow?Of course, we be them up close, live and in personMight look like the type who be robbin' them pursesBut I ain't, I'm the young dude, I been rhymin' them versesWorked hard since 93, that's how I got signed to UniversalNow the girlies take they thongs offAnd they be crazy in the club when that lunatic song go offI be that bullet right beside the beatin' bad type of tickI'm a hold up, trap it to touch the ass type of tickLunatic, that's what I am, that's what I said I amI'm trying to slow down, but where the hell it slow?I'm trying to be a millionaire, I bet I am, I bet I amAnd some boys on them porches in our forces readin' sourcesMy choice is old schools over them Rolls RoycesOf course this, tick *** live like EA Sports isDribble in the club, I live with two draft choicesHit the center, touch the point guard, she hit the joint hardOoh wee, oh lord, she don't want no moreCutlifts or doors, stash for the 4-4Spokes, one for four, what them O's go for?Ooh, 350 or more?350, stickin' the floor, brand new AzorSmashes, G's and C's all in my glassesTicks, fantastic, we get booked more than matchesImagine me without them two headbandsThem vocale t-shirts with some A-class pantsFeelin' dapper like Dan, yes, fresh like MannyCutlifts, candy, sit down, you know you can't stand meOoh, better get a bandAll the history's back, I hear them boys comin'Ooh, better get a band, all the history's back, I hear them boys comin'Hey, I hear them boys comin'Hey, I hear them boys comin'Hey, I hear them boys comin'Van dey, Breeze, ball head, phase, locksStripee socks, rocks in the watch, big shortsHeadbands, two across, dirty back roadsThat's that Midwest talk, I think your picture해�Better up, knock off, and lick your nose Capri's classic on these hoes for big showsTell the best we on they toes Five country grammar boys and banana platinumNo gold likeThat's what they say when they pull up on theseAnd that old Dr. J on A.V.A.Congratulations this world is past races Been in bad places but it's still seen racesGot no patience so I haul off, go wall off, refuse to followGot a room at the wall off with a saw offThen I take the wall off, hit the mall off with a sagHockey jersey do ragFitted still stickin' two different shoesThought you a tag