Lyrics:
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
should come on a cone
7-Up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell 'em I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just
can't you see
That Decatur is totally to be b-i-g for thee
Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers
Yo cars get scooped just like
fuck him
I don't play, real quick I'll zip him
In the car, it's just me and Cee Bo 'nem
In the van, that's Babyjoe 'nem
(Brrrr-a-caca) what the fuck
four
Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice
Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice
Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft
money's refundable
But there's always something rewarding about every Cee-Lo Green Recording 'cause even after all your expenses
People still aspire
Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain't nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo
Y'all niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though
Fuck
her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money
A big time drug dealer from around the way
Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday
He drove a big fat
Yeah,
Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn,
Now Im down in Tribeca,
Right next to DeNiro,
But i’ll be hood forever,
I’m the new Sinatra,
And since I
gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' cee-lo
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
rod, coat tail, I need the Pink Flamingo
Gambling female, like your hips is playing Cee-Lo
Check out your Channel, see, I stroke your ego
I'm here for
this shit is meant to be
Thanks for listening, I hope that y'all relating too
And y'all ain't bothered by a little truth
[Hook]
So hello
Yeah so hello
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
tired of them drugs
Hang around with thugs
Make a move with g's
I'mma stack my cheese
And I'mma sell my p's
Yeah, I'm from the A
A lot of B
up all my clips and put one in the head
I can't have no niggas with me playin' killer, but really scared
I'm talkin' 'bout dice game, cee-lo with big
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
a penthouse, forget all my problems
The things I regret now, be gone by the mornin'
My life is startin', I'm ready as I ever been
Pencilin' my schedule that I
just might
Go down and eat it all night
I'mma do your body right, ight
Soon as I get home, I'll be fucking you
Assume the position baby
Soon as I
and school and teach
and reach the blind to find their way from A to Z
And be the most, and boast the loudest rap
Kane'll reign your domain!
The heat is on, so
Cee-Lo (racks)
I might hit your main thing in a gazebo (whack)
All these tennis chains, I no way I can be broke (check)
We be closin' deals like
specimens,
That's some real life Jazz,
If you can't get down with it, you can scroll right past,
Walk right by, promise there's not a fucking rapper around who
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