It's what y'all been waitin' for, ain't it? Well, people pay paper, folk, damn it They can't stand it, they want somethin' new So let's get reacquainted Became the hood favorite, I can't even explain it I surprised myself, too Life of a don, lights keep blowin' Comin' in the club with that fresh *** on With somethin' crazy on my arm Uh-uh-uh, and here's another hit, baby There be bombs We outta here, baby We outta here, baby We outta here, baby Dude! Fresh off the plane, konnichiwa Pictures turn around, another plane My passport on pivot Asked for it, I did it That *** done did it Talked it, then he lift it Spit it, then he *** it I don't need right tears I might bounce ideas If only I could come up with some *** like this I done played the underdog my whole career I been a very good sport, haven't I this year? They say goin' crazy, and we seen this before But I'm doin' pretty good as far as geniuses go And I'm doin' pretty hood in my pink polo Nigga, please, how you gon' say I ain't no low head? Cause my D.O.R. got me mo' my doe head I'm insulted, you should go ahead Bow so hard till your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit cold red Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me Life of a ***, lights keep blowin' Comin' in the club with that fresh *** on With somethin' crazy on my arm Uh-uh-uh And here's another hit, baby Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby Well, well, we outta here, baby Hey, Mr. West, we're so outta here, baby And me, I'm Mr. Beezy, baby Yo, I'm so bright, not shady My teeth and my ice so white like shady Ice in my teeth so refrigerated I'm so fuckin' good, like I'm sleepin' with Megan I'm all about my Franklin's, Lincoln's, and Reagan's Whenever they make them, I shall hate them Oops, I meant have them, I'm so crazy But if you play crazy, you'll be sleepin' with Desus I'm such a havoc, oops, I meant havoc And my drink still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I'm still cold like Keisha's family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties And I ate it, cause I'm so at it And I don't front, and I don't go backwards And I don't practice, and I don't lack *** And you can get Barry, suck my back, bitch We outta here, baby We outta here, baby We outta here, baby Swear I got a hunnid to climb, baby Yeah, lights over dawn, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club with that fresh *** on With somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-uh-uh And here's another hit, Barry Barnes Ha, ha, ha, ha