[Intro: Irene Reid Sample]

You say, "What is it that you want?"

You've got everything that a woman could ever need in life

I got a closet full of minks, chinchillas

I got a bureau full of diamonds

I could change four times a day if I want to

You're even trying to eat lobster and drink champagne

Now you know that ain't your roots

For you strictly a collard green and cornbread man

Now you know if anybody know, I know

But since you feel like that this evening

Sit down and drink some champagne with me and let me rap to you

[Verse 1: Thurzday]

Now I feel it's time to show a side

Of the other, yo, I ain't heard in a while

Kill 'em line for line, I'm feeling good, it's hammertime

Don't cry, baby, it's alright

My new motto is "Fuck it"

Life is a royal flush, I'm all in with no bluffin'

Inhale from the weed smoke

It's a race to the top, homie, Usain Bolt

Little hand on the clock, time's ours

You and I gain hoes by the hour

Thurzday ignore these cowards

Planted the seed in '99, now we grow like flowers

Buck 50 and I'm holding my weight

Six to seven meals and you still get ate

They say, "Yo, you're too cool." Cool?

I would melt your soul into a costume that I could wear to scare you

[Verse 2: Y-O]

It's like sounds to a blind man, light to the deaf

The sense of touch to you, sign language to a mute

A change in the foam cup, no matter how bring it

It's all gon' make good sense to your sense, uh

Sure you're hearing this verse I deposit to your brain

Co-sign with good credit, they approve my name

Hell's a, uh, hard minted nigga

I loan you tuition at a low interest rate

You gotta reach the finish line, stop Shawty Lo, and

Hello, and runnin' in place, Dey Know

That I'm sort of like a professor of oodles of O's

So recognize all what the syllabus holds

History, finance, chemistry

Geometry, watch how your life shape up

Just stand straight up like a right angle

But keep those squares out your inner circle

[Verse 3: Evidence]

Pounds from London, exchange rate awesome

My rent's half price, I'm going back often

A dollar outta 15, a thousand outta 150

A hundred miles and runnin' on empty

A beat like this might tempt me

To say some wild shit, to feel like the world's against me

We all self-destruct, spontaneous combust

Or sometimes shit outta luck

Another day, another way to line 'em all up

My new slogan, "Sarah Palin, I'm dying to fuck"

I'm at peace, still cry a long time and it's key

Still rhymin' to the sound of the beat, still signin' those T's

And sometimes under those T's

And sometimes ladies under my briefs, I call it underachieve

I'm fuckin' with you under my terms

Please believe I'll be reaching my dreams

I'm fuckin' with Skee