[INTRO]

Yeah, ah ah ah Yebo Yes, hah hah ah Yebo Yes

Marri why, Marri why

Think they know it all! Think they know it all!

[VERSE 1]

Its kinda funny tho when ya sit and think

Parasites take it all even the kitchen sink

Fuck dat, I'll make 'em lean like they're kissin' pink

I keep it 1 8 2 every time I blink

For all my days that are Crip Blue

Smoke till my eyes getting Piru

Food for thought, ya better buy too

I came out the muddy water bayou (by you)

Rum and coke, I let it mix and mingle

Takin shots I'm like Kirilenko

Flow off the charts, never had a single

Shawty got a bell shape let it jingle

Usedta kick it like Liu Kang

Gettin high, bumpin Wu Tang

Dude got a Mack 10, he said who boo bang

Down wit the old till the new came

Shoot off the mouth, I'ma loose cannon

Goons play drum like Nick Cannon

Affiliated like *Don Cannon*

United Nations like Kofi Annan

Over bread, it's an even spread, everybody runnin' for that grey poupon

It's Simon sez touch ya head, just so we can get ya coupe on

[Ya lil Fuuu]

[Hook] x2

Think they know it all, but they ain't got a clue

Fakes walkin' around, like a real one comin' through

Telling 'em a story, but it really ain't true

What it seems to me, is monkey say do

[VERSE 2]

Loose change getting out of pocket

Outta ya lane, an’ ya better park it

Dropped a mixtape it never started

Minor mishap in a major market

On point, really trying find a target

Drawn and married the game like Bob and Margret

One stop shop, you reached my department

Came a long way from that one room apartment

He bring heat, see Dakota Danning

He toss bullets like Peyton Manning

Same as the players, who get played in madden

Bloke go blow for blow like Ricky Hatton

Turned my life around a nukka went back packin'

Flame thrower, black dragon

Still got my eyes benz wagon

Stylin' on em, like i been swaggin

On my way up like peter parker

What i write permanent like a leaking marker

Got steady aim if you need an archer

On my way out i read departure

Birth ya flow, think i’m not ya father

Tele-focal lens see my vision farther

Behind these bars, i’ma prison guard ya

Cursive writin', chamber of torture

Then i made it good, like Meagan Good

Pounds o green, jamaican neighbourhood

Sexy bud that would made ya wood

Now got ya attention like a major would

[Hook] x2

Think they know it all, but they ain't got a clue

Fakes walkin' around, like a real one comin through

Telling em a story, but it really ain't true'

Well what it seems to me, is monkey say do