Lyrics:
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
was like shakes his head
Ripped his paper out of his
Notebook, balled it up, and started a new
And it was ideas on there, and he
Was like, 'Y'all niggas
to quit playin' games like you backstreet
Do it so cold, everybody call me Nat King
Tour across the globe
Imma do it offa rapping
Say I can't, please say I
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
for you
I'm so dapper man, funky fresh Dapper Dan
I'm your favorite rapper, fan
It's an honor to shake my hand
On award tour, on excursions
I'm
sizzle picks it a foul out
Package your rap attack, it's for presses and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
Too fly with the shoes tied when I cruise by with the crew in the mood for a new vibe
Who's you to refuse I when the dude live with the tunes bringing
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
Factoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something
Bumpin' (bumpin')
the pace
Here's the step, go find some space
And what we gonna do is in unison, kick!
Shake your head, you're influenced with music
By now you're
So whether on dry land, or down by the bay side
Once your shape looks sweet, and you know to move your waistline
I want you, put some pressure on me,
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
(Young Money) (boy)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (Gangsta) (Young Money)
Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake
My homegirls slurp it like
style (Chop chop chop nigga)
Got the ship right by building up the core now
Shit, to put it frank I can take a world tour now (Suuuuuper!)
From
floor
Used to buzz em in then meet him right by the first door
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
cbout to take a trip trip trip
Yeah we finna dip dip dip
Come and shake your hips hips hips
Baby just don't trip trip trip
Having sex' up
the best I could do at the time
I know you shake your head and say it was more than alright
A castle built and maintained by a queen
Thank you for everything
and West
Not North where it's ice and the cold means death
I'm by no means underground I'm over your head
Might of read my credentials but don't know where
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
wake up in a wet bed
Shake something like a etch a sketch
I'm fresh to death from head to legs
She's waking up with bed head giving me head in bed
Brain
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