[Verse 1]
Goosebumps pop up when I do it how I does it
I sip the vodka till my body tells me that I’m buzzin’
Your girl wants to smash, but I know that she is buggin’
And she’s ugly, so I front and tell her that we’re third cousins
Rugged with the fluid, and I keep the sh** movin’
Like a shark in the water, no sleep for the new kid
Truant to every cla** on time for every party
Bill Maher with the lingo, “everybody get retarded!”
And we hype now, so just pipe down
And if you got a drink, take a sip right now
There’s no stress now, and we are dressed down
So cut the music way up and get fresh now
Music moves me, so I use it to just
Boost my mood smoothly and keep from losin’
Only L’s that I take these days got weed in em’
But no time, so its few and far between with ’em
Believe in the substance, still got style
Cymbalta commercials, the truth gets piled
Cramps, headaches and sh**: you might catch aids
At least you have a mothaf**in’ smile on your face
I go hard with it, I get raw with it
Ryan howard homeboy I go yard with it
I know y’all with it, and on par with it
Evolution of the effort, we Darwinists
I’m no partridge kid, I’m just off of it
Throw a beat in front of me and I’m parsin’it
Chop to bits, the sh**’s ridiculous
A tip of the cap, to rap’s forefathers, sh**, I just
Grab that jazzer tip my cup up
Life’s on mute, tell it to shut up
Vision quests are what we love
Must give thanks to the man abo-(ve)
Cool like that, I act a fool like that
My P-cap stays straight when I move like that
I rep orange and black, but I still bleed green
Kevin Kobb this year for the MVP
They call me E- D- U- double B, L- E-
Go peep my luggage won’t see LV’s
No gold G’s and it might be a trash bag
Carry on’s are mashable so hit em’ with a hash tag
Hash browns and coffee I’m awfully hungry
I need my breakfast s**, then I’ll leave
Off to the booth again, raise the f**in’ roof again
Ugly girls tryna’ smash, better have some roofalin
Truth is that I’m k**in’ it, little fishes I’m realin’ in
Head and shoulders over them, I’m taller than the ceilin’ is
Ceiling fans, wheeling fans, cut the deck and then deal again
Fingers with the phalanges and I’m drunk and gonna spill again