Lyrics

G.O.L.D.! Here we go Check my description I am what hip-hop is missin' They don't look nothing like competition Old pussy mother fucker you can suck my dick ??? Everybody claim they got birds in the kitchen For the such-and-such project Gettin' jerked like chicken That's why I don't listen A nigga better know me I ain't from Missouri Mother-fucker gotta show me And Sobey Fresh like G.O.L.D Cold pair of lizards like a bottle of a SoBe Sip-sip-sip like a 36 Oh me my I'm high God damnit they should know me I get lifted boy I get lifted Still I'm young, black, and mother-fucking gifted And with this gift I shall proceed To get a bitch to roll my weed Indeed Girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble Fucking right I got a dyke so that's double Oh, my god...oh my god Thought I seen another one of my old broads Nope that's a nega- Tive irrelative to the fact that I'm killing this beat like Old Yeller And I stay fresher than fresh like cool melons Spit from the soul Bitch yeah, I'm gellin' Hip-hop's villain I jack your beat Don't believe me check my rap sheet I'm just havin' fun I already won This is my house like RUN DMC. DMC Voted most likely to move your body And I came tonight to party Bitch let's kick it like karate The bitch like pow The bitch like wow She don't like me, she just like my style And you don't like me you just bite my style It's a mystery to me like X-Files Let's get down Call in the regimen Put a mother fucker in the dirt like sediment Yes I better than Better than you If they demand more that's what I do For every 16 I'mma give 'em 32 Drop from the sky like bird shit do And I'm so high I ain't heard 'bout you But you can get served like grandma's stew Mmm that's good Word to my mamma I'mma take a pause for the cause like comma Word from the sponsors I wanna thank G.O.L.D I wanna thank God Wanna thank my ho G.O.L.D.!