I sip the Coca-Cola
because it's the best soda.
I cool out on the sofa
while I'm driven by the chauffer.
Say your prayers, it's not over till it's over.
I'm hot like that toaster
because, me the Cassanova.
On my new poster,
I got the gat in the holster.
I know I'm older,
but I'm not any slower.
I'm a citizen and a phat voter.
We're on a mission,
not about dissin' wack posers.
I'd do two shows to let you know,
when I make the dough,
I don't need to act bold.
So, yo.
If you see me down the road,
let me clear my throat.
He likes to crack jokes
when I'm around Black folks.
You Gotto Go To Mo's
for a new pair of clothes.
Oh no, really though.
Let me put you on hold,
like the Jordan's on my toes.
He got more gold,
than that man who's not pro.
Of course it's me in the office.
Hubierock's on the phone that's cordless.
I talk to my bosses
and drink cold water from the faucet.
Thinking about my courses,
while munching on salad tosses.
Since I dwell in Brooklyn orbits,
I smell the nicest sauces.
Talking sh!t with the chocolate chip,
cookie softness.
One time, I wrote a rhyme, then stored it.
It's mine and the whole nine,
so you can call it like an audit.
I don't count on losses
and I'm not talking about betting on horses.
I'd get a Corvette,
if I could afford it.
I rap these quartets,
so don't you forget,
to shave with a triple-blade
MACH3, Gillette.