I dont like it unless its (brand new) You might see me in my (brand new) whip, with my (brand new) bitch Pumpin' my (brand new) shit You dont like it, get off my (brand new) dick
[Verse 1 : Kanye]
They say your attitude determines your latitude I'm high as a mofucker, fly as a mofucker I'm still the mofucker you love to hate But can't coz you love what i make Now aint that bout a bitch And im a talk shit until im out of hits They dont wanna turn they're speakers up They claim i aint deep enough All that talkin, i feed off of, keep it up I'm relaxing, my feet is up Im leaving you haters Like when shaq left the lakers, just to heat it up I state the stats the stunt I dont need a front Ill make black history evry day i dont need a month The survey says by the streets according Kanye just important as Michael Jordan was To the NBA when he was scoring Ralph Lauren was boring before i wore him... and
[Chorus] [Kanye x1 Rhymefest x1]
[Verse 2 : Rhymefest]
Now some women hit the mall and some shop at the thrift store Some of 'em mix and match and make it look like they get more Some of y'all know you wear a sixteen - squeezin' into a six Damn - what you make them jeans rip for? I guess she's lookin' for a brand new man who Ain't always gotta sit down cause he can't stand you Boo - this the brand new jam to dance to While you givin' me "Head" like shampoo - come as you came Skip the brand name - I won't brand you What you do here'll stay here like Cancun Besides your breasts is augmented - I like things authentic Look at all my whips, they're all vintage I got a loft with a view of the sea See I take some more shit and make it new for me Pimp it out like Xzibit to the (oomph) degree Why spend and arm and a leg - we can kick it for free you see
[Chorus : Rhymefest x2]
[Verse 3 : Rhymefest]
Now chey fuck them and them hit em forget the cynisism I'm quick to give y'all niggaz constructive criticism Like "Wait - you basically suck" - his mother said "My son wanna rhyme!" I'm like "Ma'am - I don't agree with that decision Nothin' against him - but if he step I got to diss him I listen to that weak shit - all of it - I can't follow it [Barf] Excuse me - I'm "whack"tose intolerant "I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid!" Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it Now I'm in the club - and look who I get it poppin' with Me and 'Ye go back like crew cuts He hook me up - as long as I don't ask him for too much But even he know 'Fest is layin' it down Cause this is just an old beat he had layin' around