Verse 1:
Drop ya glasses
Shake ya asses
Face screwed up like you havin' hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic
Why this, why that, lips stop askin'
Listen to me baby, relax an' start passin'
Expressway, hair back, weavin' through the traffic
This one strong, should be labeled as a hazard
Some of y'all niggas hot
Sike I'm gassin'
Clowns, I spot 'em an' I can't stop laughin'
Easy come, easy go, Evey gon' be lastin'
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of y'all ain't writin' well
Too concerned wit fashion
None of you ain't Giselle
Cat walk an' imagine
A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it
Chorus:
(Gwen Stefani)
I knew I had to give you more
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
An' I ain't goin' nowhere
It took a while to get me in an' I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in ya ear
Now let me blow your mind
Verse 2:
They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat
Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me
Now while you grittin' ya teeth
Frustration baby, you got to breathe
Take a lot more that you to get rid of me
You see I do what they can't do
I just do me
Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Huh
Sixteen's mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore
I ain't scared, one of a kind
All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
Eyes bloodshot, stressin', chills up ya spine
Sick to your stomach wishin' I wrote your rhymes
Chorus
Verse 3:
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Fuck it
Thugged out, I respect the cash route
Locked down, blastin' sets while I mash out
Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that?
Ooh
You got to, I know you
Had you in a trance, first glance from the flo' too
Don't believe, I'll show you
Take you wit me
Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
Damn she much thinner
Nah, now I'm complete
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die bitch, double R, can't crawl
Beware 'cause I crush anything I land on
Me here
Ain't no mistake, nigga, it was planned on
Chorus