[Intro: Gift Money]
Ceiling Fan Music
2011, you know what I mean
Banging that old Pac shit
Know what I mean
Sip something, smoke something
La, la, la, la, la, la (Stevie B)
In the whip cruising and shit
You know what I mean
Ya dig
Burghtown shit
You know what I mean
What up Zig
[Verse 1: Gift Money]
Aye, aye, aye
I say wordplay, just like a chainsaw
We so sophisticated so how can I blame ya'll
We on the grown man, Po Pimpin'
Drop jewels, clear vision
Talk shit, leave you missing
Got ya baby mama tripping, yeah (oh boi)
This that Ceiling Fan shit, that bang it in ya minivan shit
That ducking from the po's, DUI I suppose
Damn I heard you on that shit, got my notebook in ya nose
We the best motherfucker (motherfucker yeah)
You ain't heard, the way that I be spitting out these words
Hella superb
Move cautious...paranoid, flow flawless
Kill tracks...even if they played possum
Gift Money, no addition, multiply it, awesome
Flow been dead...hoping out the fucking coffin (yeah)
And Burghtown get it popping
Cadillac swag, watch me parallel park it
[Hook: Gift Money and Stevie B]
We in this bitch screaming
La, la, la, la, la
Banging old Pac in the ride
Shawty, she wanna hang with us (ok)
She wanna hang with us yeah, yeah (yeah)
[Verse 2: Prototype]
She wanna...
She want it...I can feel it (oh boi)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Here it comes
My wife wanna leave me cause my money ain't on Chia
But her expenses longer than the neck on a fucking rhea (aah)
Now it take a nigga hostage...
(Ayo, yo, yo, what the fuck is a rhea though my nigga)
It's like a prehistoric ostrich
I'm on my P=emcee shit, McGuyver
She trying to smash my pole just like a drunk driver
That's a vector equation, inertia would describer her (science shit)
Volatile formula when you mix dive with Godiva
Peep how we been dispensed out the top tier
So how is we still the lowest paid out here
I don't be in the workplace hallway
Next to the coffee pots talking big shit all day (that's some bullshit)
Telephoto focused on finding means to get over
While they handing out the bonuses, I just get all the bogus shit
Running circles like the emblem on and Audi
My new girl is the bomb, Lisa Nguyen Nagasaki
[Hook: Gift Money and Stevie B]
We in this bitch screaming
La, la, la, la, la
Banging old Pac in the ride
Shawty, she wanna hang with us (ok)
She wanna hang with us yeah, yeah (yeah)
[Verse 3: Zig]
Uh, uh, uh, damn right
Yeah
Cruising down 376
Blowing piff...chilling with my main bitch
Yeah, she looking fine as usual, my presence
Can't wait to take her home, open her like a present
Can't wait, I see it in her eyes
Hands creeping up my thigh
Got me hard like Pinocchio telling lies
Know when we get to the crib, I'm uh give her that R Kelly bump and grind
Body frame so right, built like a Coke bottle
Ass moving like a seizure every time she walk or wobble
She know that she the baddest ain't no shit in between
Nails polished, shinning, looking like oil sheen
Them other hoes talking shit like they wanna get in between
They talking that good talk like they got that magic
They want me to have it, get me feening like an addict
But my bitch gets me wet like the Atlantic
[Hook: Gift Money and Stevie B]
We in this bitch screaming
La, la, la, la, la
Banging old Pac in the ride
Shawty, she wanna hang with us (ok)
She wanna hang with us yeah, yeah (yeah)
[Outro]
What the rap audience isn't ready for is a real person
Static
It's gonna be static for sure
Cause what the rap audience isn't ready for is a real person
You know what I wanna say, a real N.I.G.G.A
I'm coming at them 100% real, I ain't compromising nay-thing
Anybody that talk about me got problems
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be straight up
As if I was a street person, that's how I'm coming at the whole world
And I'm being real about it and I'm gonna grow with my music
The music I make now, my next album is gonna be better and more slamming
You know what I'm saying but at the same token I'm gonna be even that much more potent next year
And I don't want no garbage
Anybody that talk about me, anybody diss Digital Underground, they got problems
Cause we large and we all over the country
Anybody diss us they gone get stomped
That's word is born cause this is money
If anybody try to take away Digital Underground money as a whole, they got problems
We gonna suffocate them
Static
What the rap audience isn't ready for is a real person
I'm coming at them 100% real, I ain't compromising nay-thing
Anybody that talk about me got problems
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be straight up
As if I was a street person, that's how I'm coming at the whole world
And I'm being real about it and I'm gonna grow with my music
