Sencillo / Pista
Yeah, sound like some Puff and May shit
Yeah, so shawty, what you wanna do is, you know
Like me and my friends can get with you and your friends
Have a pot party and be freak friends
Can you dig it, Choosy Lover?
Choosy bitches choose Chez
Looks like you choose Chez too, fuck Jiff
Ayo, Chez be the one come through in new shoes (Where they at?)
Keep it realer than most 'cause that's all I know how to do
Ho-ass niggas, they approach lookin' confused
Don't test me, homie, I'm in a very cool mood
A very cool dude
These other niggas like to rock heavy on the jewels
But I'm heavy with the tools of the trade
In the studio with very little dudes
And a fleet of hoes happy 'bout my every single move
You niggas all mad they would never be with you
But moms like her choose Jiff and Jimmy Choos
And choose Chewy, he got jimmy big as the moon
I walk in the saloon, it's off with her doubloons
Smooth criminal, bet it's been a long minute
Since somebody did it real as this, don't act timid
I'm 'bout it like No Limit, and no bitch in me at all
Off Stockton talkin' 'em out they drawers
Champagne flutes, suits and Louis dreams
In the spotlight, everything is never what it seems
In the limelight, full of broken promise and esteem
And dead dreams, everything is never what it seems
Champagne flutes, suits and Louis dreams
In the spotlight, everything is never what it seems
In the limelight, full of broken promise and esteem
And dead dreams, everything is never what it seems
So it seems all the cool kids, LRG jeans
At the prom with they bow ties and leather Jordan 3s
The good old days that I had at Kennedy
'Til my mom had me transfer, too many enemies
The same guys lie, reside at Florin High
Where it's five times worse, the things that money buys
They either all swallowin' pills and gettin' high
Or they think they all LeBron James in '05
You know those guys who raise toasts and boast
'Cause moms and pops at the crib rollin'
Sittin' on Beamer and Bims with the rims size swollen
Lil' nigga, you ain't holdin', I see how you be bogus
I kept it too trill, fake Js, scuffed shoes
Same jeans for the majority of the school year
That ain't what I do here, I use school to hustle
Niggas was gettin' pretty while I was just gettin' money
Champagne flutes, suits and Louis dreams
In the spotlight, everything is never what it seems
In the limelight, full of broken promise and esteem
And dead dreams, everything is never what it seems
Champagne flutes, suits and Louis dreams
In the spotlight, everything is never what it seems
In the limelight, full of broken promise and esteem
And dead dreams, everything is never what it seems
Champagne flutes, suits and Louis dreams
In the spotlight, everything is never what it seems
In the limelight, full of broken promise and esteem
And dead dreams, everything is never what it seems
Champagne flutes, suits and Louis dreams
In the spotlight, everything is never what it seems
In the limelight, full of broken promise and esteem
And dead dreams, everything is never what it seems
Okay, I don't know who the fuck you think you are
And if you wanna talk about reputations
And if by some fuckin' miracle long
Shot you haven't heard of my reputation
You know who the fuck I am
I am the fuckin' Sultan of Slick
I am the rule of fuckin' cool
You wanna be a gangster? You wanna be a thug?
Then sit at my fuckin' feet
Gather the pearls that emanate forth from me
'Cause I'm the fuckin' original, straight, first, foremost
Pimp, mack, fuckin' hustler, original gangster's gangster