who who youuu, oh oh oh, All the small town people with their big remarks They aint got jack to say about my movie star She's got style
believe in you All the small town people with their big remarks They ain't got jack to say about my movie star She's got style If it's not the fact
believe in you All the small town people with their big remarks They ain't got jack to say about my movie star She's got style If it's not the fact that
Daddy Gold-digging bitches in the City of Dope Got it going on like a daytime soap She's so freaky, she'll make you shout One on the way and got two
my style. Then they ask me again. Not my style. Not my style. But you can't tell that ain't my style. Not my style. Not my style. But you can't
you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile Try to figure out my style, baby,
want, a nigga's cuttin' the corner You fuckin' up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter Yo, she tellin' news on how you switch to a bitch Little fake funny style
Type of chick that only dress in something that's designer I could give a fuck as long as there's something that's behind of her Got the type of bump
Oh and, Dash, she's just a baby, man Danny and Dani, they are my babies, man Oh and Liz, she's just a baby, man Oh and Stella, she's just a baby, too
reason and you never hit it right thats why i'm snatchin your girl she calls me mr. drummin cuz different strokes rule the world i got a thirst for knowledge
with the folk from the cellar when they come Mouth be like cotton, got sticks of gum Common spear-a-mint, it's like sense is Dust Accumulation much cause naps I got
the C-low, never had one like me, shorty When I'm done, when the wife is shouting Maybe thinking that she's like me but you see, it's just unlikely, shorty
never healed Sometimes stars align and some stars never will Like Ross and Jeezy both y'all my niggas, y'all should chill Instead of beefin', lets remember how baby blue got killed How Wolf got
Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack
business in the muthafuckin' streets, She said, "what more do I got", That bitch be naggin' a lot, And what she failed to realize, is it's your
is what I prove got no time for playin' If ya know what I'm sayin' because an nigga can't be have steppin' For them stanky ass hos who hate me for what I do Shout
