Текст песни
This that bounce fella
No doubt
My man Coptic
But this the interlude beat man but I had to chop on this shit
Word
You know who I am
Who shine like disco lights, blow the fuse on the cordless mic man
Who spit that flow like a nigga shoulda been to pros huh
Who go from NY to LA back home in one day
Who from that hood, east side that's known for gun play
Who the first in Spanish Harlem to go platinum in six months
Say what he want man, fuck how mad he get chumps
Who be keeping it simple by ordering a burger and a shake
In the Hudson Hotel some bad bitches feeding him grapes
No doubt, who the one the kids tell their momma about
Old fashioned nigga still stash dough in the couch
Now who go state to state, beat brain and license gun clappers
Who shut down Speed three times and twice with Mad Rapper
Part two man, who, who made himself accustomed to loot
Who made the hoes love him, they always say I trust him he's cute
Now who stay smoking the best shit NY money can buy man
Who smoke loose joints and they get just as high
So high, I hear the angels calling my name from the heavens
Now who got shot at the crap game just
Cause he was rolling straight sevens
Ain't forget where I came from, I'm
Known for making hood niggas famous
That's it, that's all, yo Coptic tell them one time what my name is