We be the illest in here… I know you feel us… We be the illest in here… Illest in here… We so motherfuckin’ ill
ice chain… what a nice night My ice bright, I play the wall like a night light Tangerine, tambourine from the West Wing The best thing about my new Versace bed springs I’m in the building, more gold than Rumpelstiltskin Aw shit, look who it is, the white Russell Simmons JODY HiGHROLLER – Far East Movement We so ill, I think I need some Codeine fluid
Dripping on your couches Dripping on your couches Sippin’ Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana I’m dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing If you’re feelin’ ill, then damn, you ill Be the illest on the thousand
We be the illest… We be the illest in here… I know you feel us… We be the illest in here… Illest in here… Illest… We be the illest in here… I know you feel us… We be the illest in here… Illest in here… We so motherfuckin’ ill…
“I” is for the way these bitches love how I bang And double “L” is for the way I blow the smoke in your face We roll on Es and we be easy – rollin’ that bank And “ST” is for the illest shit we rep every day