I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE,

SOMEBODY WATCHIN' ME, WATCHIN' ME.

COULD IT BE THE WAY I'M STILL TIGHT,

NIGGAS THAT DIDN'T USE TO FEEL ME;

JOCKIN' ME, JOCKIN' ME.

THE WHOLE WORLD GOT TOO MUCH MONEY FOR ME

NOT TO GET NO'DOE DOE'

CAN'T NO HOE ROCK HARDER

THAN THE ONE FROM 'SO-SO'

I NEVER GO BROKE BROKE.

I KEEP COMING WITH THE VOCALS

THAT MAKE MOST KNOW,

WHY THE FUCK I BOAST, BOAST

AND BRAG

WHY SHOULD I LOOK SAD THAT I GOT

SOME LOOT NOW IN FACT A NEW HOUSE

WATCH WHEN I BACK THE COUPE OUT,AND

NIGGAS LIPS DROOP OUT.

THE SAME WAY THEY DO WHEN I SHOW YOU BRAT

WITH A LITTLE BIT OF BOOBS OUT.

AND A BIG ASS PROTRUDE OUT,

GUESS THE NEWS OUT,

SOME OF YOU BITCHES LOSE OUT

WHEN THE SEXINESS OOZE OUT.

LIKE ORGASMS I'M THE BEST AT THIS,

THROW A TANTRUM WHEN I MOVE TO SOME MAJOR SHIT.

IF YOU THINKIN' OF BECOMING ONE OF MY FAVORITES,

YOU GOTTA PAY A BITCH, CAUSE I'M STAYIN' RICH.

I AIN'T QUITTIN' QUITTIN,

WAY BEFORE FUNKDAFIED I WAS SPITTIN SPITTIN

HOOK-

THROW YO' HANDS IN DA AIR, LIKE YOU DON'T CARE.

THIS FO' NIGGAS AND BITCHES EVERYWHERE.

FOR EVER WE PLAYERS PLAYERS,

FLASH ON 'EM, GET CASH ON'EM MAKE'EM STARE STARE.

THROW YO' HANDS IN DA AIR FROM SIDE TO SIDE.

FOREVER I'M HIGH, HIGH,

TOGETHER WE RIDE, RIDE,

I'M NEVER TOO TIRED TO GET THAT PAPER BABY!

IF YA'LL WANNA SEE ME, SEE ME.

I'M A GIVE YA'LL SOMETHIN' TO LOOK, LOOK AT!

MAKE A NIGGA NECK TURN, TURN FOR BRAT.

BURN, BURN THES HOE'S 'CAUSE I'M BACK, AND MY PANTS STILL SAG.

IT'S AUTOMATIC TO WANNA JUMP ON MY WAGON, WAGON;

I AIN'T LACKIN', LACKIN' ON SHIT! OPEN YO' EYES WITH A BODY,

WHEN I TRY ON CLOTHES THA FIT, FIT.

I'M ARTICULATE AND PARTICULATE TO WHO I LET HIT, HIT.

AND GET UP IN DA MIDDLE IN DA CENTER OF MY TOOTSIE ROLL, ROLL ME

SOMETHING. SMOKE, SMOKE AND BURN SLOW, SLOW.

DON'T KEEP IT A SECRET, TELL ALL YA FOLKS

SEE ME WHEN I SHINE I GLOW, GLOW.

FROM THE C-H-I-C-AGO, 6-0-6-4-4.

AND I TRUST NO NIGGA TO MAKE A MISTAKE FOR ME

GUNS READY TO BLAZE ENEMIES. IF YOU SOME OF THE ONE'S RUN...

I CAN'T CONTROL MY TRIGGER FINGER,

WHEN IT PUMP, PUMP.

STAY OUTTA THE WAY WHEN I COME, COME.

IT'S GUARANTEED TO BUMP, BUMP YOUR TRUNK.

AND PUT A HUMP IN YOUR BACK

IF NIGGAS ASK, 'WHO THUMPIN', IT'S BRAT, BRAT...

-HOOK-

MYSTIKAL

YOU CAN TURN IT DOWN PLAYER,

WE DON'T LISTEN TO THAT

THE BITCH DON'T THUMP

THAT BEAT AIN'T TIGHT

NIGGA THAT SHIT AIN'T PHAT

EVERYTIME SLACK

I BE BRINGIN' IT BACK

WITH THE RYTHUM AND RAP

('EVERY LIVE MOTHER KNOW (KICK IT) WHERE IT'S AT)

NIGGAS SAY "I LOVE IT LONGS IT GOT SOMETHIN

TO DO WITH THE BRAT"

STILL SMOKE A NIGGA UNDER THE TABLE

WITH THE LINES, AND THE WORDS, AND THE HOOKS, AND THE

PHRASES,

STILL PUTTIN' OUT NOTHING BUT BLAZES. GET YOUR

HAND OUT MY POCKET, GET YOUR FOOT OUT YOUR

MOUTH AND YOUR HEAD OUT YOUR ASS. KEEP

YOUR NOSE OUT MY BUSINESS. AND I MEAN IT

GOT DAMN IT CAUSE I'M FINNA GET MAD

I PUT EM IN THE TRASH BAG TWIST TIE PUT EM OUT

MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY.

I KICK'EM IN THEIR RAGGEDY ASS

TAKE MONEY FROM'EM EVERY TIME THEY BET AGAINST

ME

I KNOW IT AIN'T FAIR

BUT I SWIM WITH ALLIGATORS

AND I WRESTLE WITH BEARS

THROW YOUR HANDS IN DA AIR

AS HIGH AS YOU CAN AND LEAVE THEM BITCHES THERE.

HOOK