VERSE ONE The dope beat has been found, Iʼma get my spit on Put your notebooks in the John, ʻcause they get shit on Will the kid last long, is this his one hit song Or will the light-switch in my lid stay flipped on Either way get it on Until itʼs dawn, or till the fifthʼs gone As long as I can get my muthafuckinʼ jit on ʻCause when I spit it cool, brisk, Lipton 40 ʻround the corner in the g-ride, get my tip on Rubber band man T.I., I get my flip on Party up is on the Eastside, get my sip on Throwinʼ up the double peace sign, Richard Nixon Smooth, like Dede, and his pimp palm, You may be Superman, but I vacay in Krypton Greedy ʻbout my money get my grind and my grinch on Punchlines always on time like a sitcom
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VERSE TWO Now on the West they got scripts for pains in the neck Thatʼs why they blaze on that haze and that train to the wreck The flow spread through your veins like the ripple effect If Detroitʼs in the game Iʼma triple the bet Doc Dre., go on dogg, pencil me in Next day they saying Iʼm a Veteran Jayʼs, calling my cell while Iʼm on Letterman If rapʼs up in a grave Iʼm the next of kin The best of the pedestrians, go on let me in ʻCause the beats that I murder sayinʼ “lets be friends”