The year is two double 0 two Nothing is brand new Kid Jimmy you know you hear me spittin' lyrics over loops Close friends used to call me Supes Mad respect to CI crew Still rippin' over PFK So what you gonna do? Nothing, puffing out my fucking chest Crims rock the best Shout out to Mesk for putting run-ups to the test Dressed for success but we look like some bums So easy fucking go, not easy fucking come Tunnel vision won't enhance your view So think it through Do it for your self Everything you read might not be true So think it through Do if for yourself We rock London, Amsterdam, Carrum Downs and Osaka You don't have to dig my style So step back fuck ya And you're getting jealous man Claiming that it's luck Ya can't handle it I don't give a shit you can suck my dick Say you can smoke me, you probably could Going down south with your mouth wrapped around my wood I got you wrapped around my wood Whoa slow down I got the low down On this bigger than Ben Hur sound That we just lit So I hit it with a lip That spits real, in harmony with hits I can't help it when you shit your pants I saw you fucking dance Up and down when the record went number one Fuming 'cause they're paying for my skills While we're having fun Now you're sober Not drunk from thinking that's it over Time to face the facts wak - it's only just begun London, Amsterdam, Carrum Downs and Osaka You don't have to dig it Fuck ya