[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]

I was mad dipped

Butterfly collars and shit

Chains from the slave ship

Dreads with the wave kit

Bifocals and wing tips

Velvet pants and a velour coat

Looked in the mirror

"Damn, I look dope"

Folded up the singles in my loot-clip

Put a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shit

Dressed to impress, now I'm ready to go

The club is twelve blocks away and I got no loot, so

I walk ten and take a cab for two

Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe

I've got the hottest dance steps

Running Man, Cabbage Patch plus The Robocop

Then I'll bring back The Wop

Jaws will drop and all the ladies will flock

Brothers thinking (What he got that I ain't got?)

I'll tell ya, fella

It's written in my bestseller

It started to rain

Shit, I got no umbrella

The walking turned to running

Still, I look stunning

Covered 'nuff ground before my taxi was summoned (Hey, taxi)

Got to the spot and hopped out at the front

Tripped over the curb, limping, 'cause my toes were stubbed

Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn't know (Yo, what's up, y'all?)

Like Lucy and Joe

My destination was the back do'

Not because the bouncer told me not to come back

I'm just sneaking in the club, because I got it like that

[Verse 2: Insight]

I remember when you used to be broke

Ignored when you spoke

And people would take you for a joke

You used to go to the club

And look like a scrub

But couldn't afford the admission

From outside, you're looking in

Waiting for a chance to slip by

You slide through the back door

But you wasn't supposed to be there

You'd look like an idiot if you got caught

But you didn't care

Just as long as you got your groove on

It was smooth sailing

They was playing the Thong Song

You're feeling shorty with the boots on

Cutting through the crowd sideways, it's time to move strong

To cool kick it, say something slick off the top

Flash your jewels, fix your suit

Fidgeting with your wristwatch (Mhmm)

But right when you was in the corner acting a big shot

They threw on some hiphop

People got on the dance floor

And a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door (Hey, you)

He started walking your way, to muscle you out

Since you refused to pay

So there was nothing for you to say

When he blew up your spot (I told you not to come back here)

And threw you out the front to the floor

Past the bar on the right through the double doors

You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement (Goddamn)

People in line started laughing

When they threw your hat then

Screaming that you wasn't allowed back in

But that was back then, acting like nothing happened

You patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassment

It could have been fresh, it would have been lavish

One day you'll make it and won't have to deal with this madness

[Scratches]

"My status is the baddest"