There He Is歌詞

作詞 : Bongusto, Maman, Rogers
Yesssss ladies and gentlemen
Bobby Creekwater today's host
Today's narrator yeah
Today's what-the-f**k-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back and listen
Listen man
An executive mindframe f**k tryin'to rap
Niggaz represent a corner I refined the map
Artesian water this is flow untapped
And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night;
That's if the payoff right
The dream team Bobby Creek Em
50and them
We run the city like Diddy and them
The opposition we just pityin'them
It's no chance
Put you niggaz in the Special Olympics is no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice
Ni**a no grams
Get them b**ches out they pants
I did it with no hands
See one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut
Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up
Mr Night Life I can give you niggaz sun up
I just get an order
Let my niggaz pick the gun up
That's when I bone ya
Ni**a wake yo'punk a**up
This is ammonia f**k your face up
B**ches won't even telephone ya
I can space age pimpin'
A pocket full of stone ya
Ya dig Take the world over that's the gig
Sell enough units have Paul
And Jimmy dancin'the jig
Roll the Maserati through the city me and Riggs
Bumpin'Obie Trice shoot a bird at the pigs
Ever since a ni**a got rich
Life is still a b**ch but she a high class b**ch
I just wanna f**k with me a high class b**ch
Ni**a pitch that on some eyeglass sh*t
See I classic enough to get the mics back right
And I'm a fan of record sales
I don't like that hype
I'm here to end it
Oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he
Yea goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he
Yea see he a greedy baby
But some people tend
To call him the return of Shady
There he is -goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he
Yea oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he
Yea see he a greedy baby
But some people tend
To call him the return of Shady
Bobby Creek Bobby Creek
Yea yeah
Nice like Mike right you niggaz soft as night lights
Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin
To get the hype right
I'm throwed off so hard so soft sold out
Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out
I can't hold out hot like a fish fried
Who the f**k is this guy The ruler on the disc I
Hit you in your suit coolers I'm in the Coupe cooler
Than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters
A loose screw ban money
Like the legendary Roots crew
This is just the sh*t that I am used to
Oh nah I don't bust a chopper but I used to
Now I put the word out -
I'm sure you niggaz heard 'bout
Young boss sold money old school new paint
Ball knowin'you can't give a f**k what you think
Member of the mighty Shady Records ni**a you ain't
Think you f**kin'with me
Then double whatever you drink
You can't fathom what the b**ch throwin'at him
Couple niggaz hatin'on him
But the fans waitin'on him
Like a PlayStation 3money for your advance
My vacation fee ain't no use in hatin'me ni**a
And don't sh*t-talk pimp I'd rather flush
Anyone with big enough nuts to come
And f**k with us
I bust but keep in mind pressure bust pipes
And you niggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
What the f**k （yeah）
Oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he
Yea goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he
Yea see he a greedy baby
But some people
Tend to call him the return of Shady
There he is -goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he
Yea oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he
Yea see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to
Call him the return of Shady
Bobby Creek Bobby Creek