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

​CHORUS

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”