[Mr. Porter] Let's go! I'm just playin, I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz... Let's go! I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz Mr. Porter!
[Intro: woman] Dear hip-hop I thought hip-hop was supposed to be a means of poetically expressing yourself But it seems these days you'd say anything to get your CD's off the shelf Hard times I am still compelled to move But I swear to you it's that, old school groove that's playin above the lyrics Because if the music wasn't there, I definitely wouldn't hear it...
[Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, right off the rip nobody could fuck with me I'm out of space, mind and body, my soul and so on (so on) Mami I'm fly is an understatement Come to greatness
[Chorus: Mr. Porter - singing] I'm on my own planet, I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back, for doin good I don't need nobody else, I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it's all good It's all good
[Royce Da 5'9"] Right off the rip nobody is quite like me You gon' need a NASA spacecraft to sight me If you don't like me bite me I could give a fuck-less, fightin excites me Leanin on the moon with a Patrn fifth playin my own shit And I sound terrific I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray I'm hot, I sunbathe on the sun babe I'm the one on the one-way Head from pretty long legs from the runway My nigga Notty is a genius You gon' need a ladder just to climb on my penis Got two words for the rap game Fuck y'all!
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[Royce Da 5'9"] Right off the rip you thought it was a wrap for me Didn't you? Go on 'head and admit it hater Cold as ice, I'm a livin refrigerator The reason hip-hop's breathin the defibrillator I did a bid just for drunk drivin It never happen again cause now I'm drunk flyin I'm a innovator When I say I'm on Venus I don't mean that I'm datin the tennis player I'm on Saturn where you don't matter Alone, I'm past the zone where your phone scatters (Hello?) Can you hear me now? You don't got a fuckin choice I elbowed my way into e'rybody conversations with rhymin, timin and patience, now I'm in space bitch I used to have to be on some "watch what I say" shit But now you gotta TAKE IT!
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[Big Sean] Boy, I'm a cool ass nigga bitch, B-I
Right off the rip his respect is demanded Sittin on y'all so you can't understand it I back a bitch down like a nigga chiropractic Back in this bitch like I'm puttin on a jacket Mission impossible for feelin all my tactics Boy, until I'm fillin up a casket You know, I think I'll have the souffl Mr. Big Shot, Russian Roule' My neck look like +Water Boy+, where's Bobby Bouchet? Bitches jump for me and I'll knock the bouquet (Hoo-ray) Ha, I used to ride up in the putt-putt Now I rolls in the green, Tiger Wood putt putts Your girl used to be my bus slut Fuck my truck up cause I'm fuckin Tiger's sluts, yup! ... So hold your girl close She scream B-I-G like she recognize a ghost Fuck with me, yup