| I rip it like a man supposed to |
| Leather jacket, Mickey Mantle poster (True) |
| Rock bottom through the buffet |
| Chicken wings flying every motherfuckin' which-a-way |
| Hash burning while a motherfucker’s switching lanes |
| My pants rip away (Uh, ha-ha) |
| On out the window, leave him crippled |
| Dawg, it’s been six years, I’m trying to get in contact with Pitbull |
| We got some business to get into (Uh) |
| Short story long, your shit is like soft porn (Uh) |
| Write your name on a list and cross it off (Off) |
| I drag deer in the swamp (Uh) |
| Then I roll twenty-five times and disappear in the swamp (Whoo) |
| Four Rolls-Royces disappeared off the lot (Whoo) |
| And then four Rolls-Royces just appeared on the block (Whoo) |
| I had to wrestle two bears for the title shot (Uh) |
| Kamikaze in the plane baby, sayonara (Nyeeeaow) |
| Uh, bitch, motherfucker (Psssshhhh), it’s me |
| It’s the final board (Uh) |
| Young Baklava signing off (True) |
| Drink fluid out your spinal cord (Uh-huh) |
| Come through, same jheri curl that Lionel wore (Uh) |
| Me and you is like a lion versus a boar (Same) |
| Both eyes open blasting iron through the door (Boom) |
| Twenty canisters of tear gas |
| Slide 'em on the floor like James Brown’s shoes (John Wick) |
| I had your bitch drinking man juice (Uh), high top canvas (Uh) |
| Strap on the black vandals (Ah) |
| Time for battle, paint face like John Randle (Ah) |
| I’m like Gamo with the gat, I’m (Whoo) |
| Easily triggered by old trauma (True), motherfucker |
| And you know I voted for Obama (Ah-ha) |
| It’s me |