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Ladies and gentlemen
Bobby Creekwater
Today's host
Today's narrator
Yeah
Today's what the fuck ever you wanna call it
What I need y'all to do is sit back
And listen
Listen man
Yo
An executive mind frame, fuck tryin' to rap
Niggas represent the corner, I refine the map
Attention water, this is flow on tap
And rap form like Mike on playoff night
That's if the payoff's right
The dream team, Bobby Creek, M50 and them
We run the city like Diddy and them
The opposition, we just pityin' them
It's no chance
Put you niggas in a Special Olympics, it's no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice, nigga, no brands
Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands
See one thing's for sure, I'm pure uncut
Pimpin', you can either stay down or get done up
Mr. Nightlife, I can give you niggas sun up
I just give the order, let my niggas pick the gun up
That's one up on ya
Nigga, wake your punk ass up, this is ammonia
Fuck your face up, bitches won't even telephone ya
I got space age pimp in the pocket full of stone, ya
Ya dig?
Take the world over, that's the gig
Sell enough units, have Paul and Jimmy dancin' the jig
Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs
Bumpin' Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs
Ever since a nigga got rich
Life is still a bitch but she a high class bitch
I just wanna fuck with me a high class mitch
Nigga, pitch that on some eyeglass shit
See I classic
Enough to get the mics back writin'
I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype
I'm here to end it
Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he?
Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he?
See he a Grady baby
But some people tend to call him the return to Shady
There he is
Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he?
Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he?
See he a Grady baby
But some people tend to call him the return to Shady
Bobby Creek
Nice like Mike Wright, you niggas soft as nightlight
Diamonds a tall order, I'm just tryin' to get the hype right
I'm throwed off so hard, soul soft, sold out
Bought the coupe the color of nice rubber and rolled out
I can't hold out, hot like a fish fry
Who the fuck is this guy? The ruler under this sky
Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the coupe cooler
Them pigskin men, base runners and hoop shooters
A loose screw, bad money like the legendary Roots crew
This is just the shit that I am used to
Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to
Now put the word out, I'm sure you niggas heard 'bout
Young boss, old money, old school, new paint
Ball knowin' you can't, give a fuck what you think
Member of the mighty Shady brothers, nigga, you ain't
Think you fuckin' with me then double whatever you drink
You can't fathom what the bitch is throwin' at him
Couple niggas hatin' on him but the fans waitin' on him
Like a PlayStation 3, money for your advance
My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin' me, nigga
And on shit talk pimp, I'd rather flush
Anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us
I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes
And you niggas wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
What the fuck?
Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he?
Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he?
See he a Grady baby
But some people tend to call him the return to Shady
There he is
Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he?
Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he?
See he a Grady baby
But some people tend to call him the return to Shady
Bobby Creek