G.M.C.

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] "I found Viktor Vaughn the next morning, nearly frozen to death" [Verse: Viktor Vaughn] Party people know the name Vik with a "K", it fits all the same If it ain't don't bother Told the little monster, "No I ain't your father It's Uncle Viktor, shut the lights—I'm gettin' dizzy And close the door—can't you see your momma busy?" What a scoundrel Gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel He's like a lego megalomaniac Who's into electronic and techno, a real brainiac Smack-dab in the hip-hop gold rush V, rather the old stuff, preferably the Cold Crush It gets deeper than Deepak Chopra Except he keep a stack and some cheap-ass vodka Kneecap popper, only when he miss the chewy center At least he always hits who he meant ta Remember he got a short fuse and bad temper And a plan to claim emperor by December Member of the most player-hated race Who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face "If I cut her off I might miss her But one of these days—right in the kisser!" She probably get mad at me I bet ya it gets her nowhere like flattery She said, "Where were you last Saturday? And don't lie—we got your fingerprints off the battery Don't make me have to bling you Or see you in the street and double team you with the emu" He told her, "When the gem paper tear off It'll probably tear her ear off before y'all even square off" No good good-for-nothin' Kill her high for no frill like 'Good Will Huntin' He feels out of place like Bizarro Feisty chick, comes all out her face like Charo It's Vaughn, he's back on And you know he don't care like Jimmy Crack Corn Wax off, wax on Tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn Another year passes Gone are the days when he used to wear glasses Now he wear contacts Unfrozen caveman look over the contracts These crews is too soft He came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off They don't really wanna battle All they gon' do is get mad and go tattle Tell 'em the retard said it He ripped up the WE CARD sign and jetted You gotta give his three card credit Even though at times he can be hard-headed Yeah, the main theme Cream by all means, and harebrained schemes The lord's performance was flawless He rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless The broad he was with was gorgeous The only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress Not tryin' to diss her But I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her Hell, I made it, Momma Grammy for the world's most celebrated rhymer Dead the drama, scama Four Gs of pizzy from Bahama V, the lead brown man And never count your chickens before you read SoundScan What about Mom and Pops? They might as well cooperate and wait til the bomb drop Get more cabbage Often time he wonder how they get so savage V—not your average Often time he wonder how they got so savage