Topeka Blvd

Lyrics

[Intro] Broadcasting live (oh yea!) It's Stik Figa, MANE! [Chorus] Gentleman and a scholar Sitting in an Impala Dipping through thelanes Tryingto get toa dollar (cough, cough) A dollar, trying toget to a dollar And I knot that's got to fit in my wallet Gentleman and a scholar Sitting in an Impala Dipping through the lanes Trying to get to a dollar (cough, cough) A dollar, trying to get to a dollar And I knot that's got to fit in my wallet [Verse] See, I'm a rap cat, never been in the streets Feet walk the same turf where niggas shoot at police Know I got to keep it black like I'm Senegalese Bite down like a pit when it's dinner to eat In advance, not a fan of rappers I'm better than Where I stand in these Vans competition ain't got a chance Heard you plan to fail well then you're failing to plan At a glance plant my flag all over this great expanse I'm the greatest rapper, breathing or decomposing Reanimate the corpses kill them and bring them roses Scribbling the ether speak it then leave them frozen And once the smoke clears they then believe I was chosen Molded by the west side hard to digest Got its pitfalls but I had to sidestep Peace the east side and my guys in Hi-Crest But I'm dope like what ya whip inside the Pyrex [Chorus] Gentleman and a scholar Sitting in an Impala Dipping through the lanes Trying to get to a dollar (cough, cough) A dollar, trying to get to a dollar And I knot that's got to fit in my wallet Gentleman and a scholar Sitting in an Impala Dipping through the lanes Trying to get to a dollar (cough, cough) A dollar, trying to get to a dollar And I knot that's got to fit in my wallet [Verse 2] See, this is hip-hop, no Glock, we got budgets Never poked or popped nothing I'm saying I'm not fronting Grinding for knots, whatever in spots hustling Mama said 'don't cry, even when you chop onions' Where they pitch lift off on the block they not budging Standing in flip flops might dislodge something Sharing sick thoughts flaws all for the public Retired from mood music, my name is Joe Budden When in reference to me please use excellency More difference between us than six separate degrees Like menu delicacies and the checks that you keep Nothing comes between my bread except for lettuce and cheese Why try to compete when you lie on the beat Code of silence you violate coincide with the streets Voice will keep your lady soaked let her dry on the beach Still trying to get burn like its lye on the beat