| Hey, uh, it’s Lee, I’m amazin', original Asian |
| Lime blazin', hatin’ll get you nowhere, but get me |
| Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion |
| My temperature’s raisin', nigga, for days and days |
| Minutes, I was just, I been waitin' |
| From a shine to reduce your regrimes |
| Dimes to raisins, you talkin' |
| Me? Naw, naw, player, I’m sparklin' |
| Straight up parkin', hoppin' out with a Eagle barkin' |
| (Pop, pop) |
| Money, my car, chop, chop |
| Hot spot for the jewels, man I’m keepin' the glock |
| You might get popped, I’m good ain’t no duckin' the dot |
| 2000 number J truck, mansion and yacht |
| (Ooh) |
| I say like uh, uh, I say like, uh, uh |
| (Ooh) |
| Should let you know, I’ma bring it really raw |
| It be like Pat-B-B-B Pat-B-B-B really raw |
| Come again now |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you real, let me hear you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you all about your paper, then you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you real, let me hear you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| (Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) |
| I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take |
| For Heaven’s sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate |
| And I’m gon' get it, whether it be rap rockin' if not |
| It’s back to crack poppin' out the back of the barbershop |
| No holds barred, back streets to boulevards |
| Gain way, throwin' house parties in the PJ’s |
| Cars, square village, love joy lane |
| Buddha 88, man, it’s still the same |
| I can’t complain, I know niggas that lost they brain |
| Got they chest removed, straight vestibules |
| Don’t test a fool, who ain’t got shit to lose |
| That ain’t cool, now he gotta rep off of you |
| That’s why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach |
| Puff that oohwee and keep the snub nose in reach |
| I ain’t a thug, so nigga, I ain’t gon' start that now |
| I’m Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you real, let me hear you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you all about your paper, then you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you real, let me hear you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| (Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) |
| You want to feel made? Roll with me for a day |
| Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin' way |
| Okay, first, my team a hundred deep at least |
| Respected highly on the street |
| 'Cause we don’t start no beef, in the club |
| Murphy suede, human grenade |
| And some handmade, hide the haze |
| Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted |
| E’er word I speak, I’m in it |
| Hip hop, we in it from now until infinite |
| We like ten foster kids bringin' Daddy business |
| We turn the heat up to Tae-Bo, in the club, we post the Guinness |
| We had the guard spook one of my Gods, then broke loose |
| Had to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juice |
| Icy noose, bluey suit outside, cute |
| Inside room, ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles |
| We fold up chairs in a tussle |
| Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you real, let me hear you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you all about your paper, then you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| If you real, let me hear you say |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| (Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o |
| (Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) |