If you feeling like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to you all, proud to be locked by the force Trying to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, nigga griping my balls All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaming All the ballers is bouncing they like the way I be leaning All the rappers be hating, off the track that I'm making But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom the bottom, to the \"Top of the Pops\" Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block I can run it back nigga 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life If you feeling like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover Trying to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test you But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealing Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chilling With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people From one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no
If you feeling like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it As the best rapper alive nigga ask about me From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammies The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay, for selling out the Garden in a day I'm like a young Marvin in his hey I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?
If you feeling like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You know I can change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold And I'm a million different people From one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no, I can't change Can't change my body, No, no, no
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down Been down We've got your sex and violence, melody and silence Ever been down Ever been down We've got your sex and silence, melody and sirens