Yeah..
Fuck, this ones for the rats..
Hmphm, yeah
Turn it up !
Go wake your neighbors
And tell em if they want it down
They gon have to make us
We teenagers, Young troublemakers
You wanna start off on a new page then page us
Cause I aint callin you
No I aint botherin
Id rather cooperate with this blunt till I cant operate
And walls start to oscillate
Come on man concentrate
I know the room spinnin but you gotta keep it scholarly
Like Socrates, all about philosophy
So when I say Im chillin I mean kickin it like soccer teams
Honestly
Who fuckin standing next to me
Skinny dude, no shirt, goldchain, tiny jeans
And these are just a couple things, yeah
Cause you cant take the rest of me
They raps are 
I got the games recipe
So they be picking through my garden
Lookin for the best of beats
They thought that THAT was the best of me
The day they get the best from me is when Im droppin CDs
Compact Disks, and in store signings
Tell em barricade the sidewalk in case any violence
Breaks out like children cryin, oh, mine whining
Put the pacifier back in, tell em fucking track in
I dont fuck around nor ever am I beating
I get straight to the point like winnings on tv
Bob what we got for em ?
A brand new flat screen
And a trip to uh..
Jamaica