Lyrics

[Intro] YeahAyy, ayy, ayyAyy, woah, yeah, ayyAlright, look [Verse 1] Listen up, it's about to be smokeAin't nothin' but some shit I wrote About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the gameThey call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools Got an Oakland show tonight, baby My young boys from The Yoc goin' crazyI'm on the bridge with a tank of unleadedI pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yankin' already, I said yankIn the city and I really got rank You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked I really blow M's for the fun of it New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit [Chorus] Woah, woah, livin' large, yeah And I put that on citas and the boulеvard When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hеarts If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down , there he go Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar , that's the way it go Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radioToo hard for the fuckin' radio Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radioToo hard for the fuckin' radio [Bridge] Hey, heyWhat? yeah, what?I'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ayyI'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ayyI'ma show you what— [Verse 2] Ayy, first off, I make real town smacks Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack Back when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was atNow everybody got a blue thirty on they back Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slapsYou ain't had one since me and YG rapped Facts, nine hundred million for the tracks "Rack City," bitch, we remember that Damn, you should try and get back to thatThis new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact' And a nigga doin' lapsStrippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bendAyy, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance Damn, y'all was really island hoppin' back thenHuh, now y'all names got redacted Yeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what? Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10 Yeah, I'm fuckin' power couples up, yeahActin' like you love marryin' your wife, ayyYou boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ayy [Chorus] Woah, woah, livin' large, yeah And I put that on citas and the boulevard When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio Too hard for the fuckin' radio Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio Too hard for the fuckin' radio