[00:00.000] 作曲 : Heems/Lapgan/Your Old Droog
[00:00.600]One, two, yeah, yeah, check it out, yeah
[00:03.940]Yo, Sri Lanka, I'm doin' well there
[00:06.320]B***h from Bel-Air named Bianca
[00:08.670]Every time I link with Hemi, we be sponsorin'
[00:11.320]Lames only see me when they meet me at the concert
[00:14.130]Beggin' for a plus, rappers be on suss
[00:16.040]They just mad it's 'bout to bust and we on a cuss
[00:18.940]Shawty think she can do better than me, must be on dust
[00:22.090]I turn that bird to an ex like Elon Musk
[00:24.790]Yo, I be eatin', I'm the Pac-Man, me, I move the Pack man
[00:28.190]Roll around with Pack mans, my man got the strap, man
[00:30.760]He pack a knack in the back, man, I've been that, man
[00:33.360]Don't know how to act, man, yo, that's a fact, man
[00:36.230]Me, I just rap, man, I'm like Hugh Jackman
[00:39.150]I'm a Hugh Jackman, damn, that shit slack, man
[00:42.040]Jugi give me that, man, this verse is a rap, man
[00:44.930]No cap, Queen's back on the map
[00:47.280]I do what you can't, they screamin' out my lines like the Wu-Tang
[00:50.480]Shawty that I'm messin' with divine like I'm Hugh Grant, I'm too Ant
[00:53.800]Used to stand in line for some food stamps, a true tent
[00:56.550]Chillin' in the ride, bumpin' boot camp, your droogs damp
[00:59.910]Your mother****er use a entree
[01:01.770]Don't try to little brother me, dawg, I ain't Vante
[01:04.660]Smack up your kids, choke your mother
[01:06.480]Have a hundred goons outside your crib lookin' like the Yoakins brothers
[01:09.970]Afghanistan, that's how I tally bands
[01:12.530]I blam your fam, a week ago, hand to hand
[01:15.400]I'll shoot the dove, we could go man to man
[01:18.040]A handsome man in the jungle with the rangatans
[01:20.910]Y'all know Hemi, jazz and sashimi
[01:23.620]Shorties call me dreamy and steamy when they see me
[01:26.730]I eat linguine and my man Lamborghini
[01:28.840]Make the money Houdini and some drip like a genie
[01:32.240]Yo, I was dusted, reading map textbooks
[01:35.110]Yo, my right hook better than my left hook
[01:37.760]Yo, they ain't white hoods, they can't see my checkbook
[01:40.980]I'm in Red Hook, cookin' fish, I'm the head cook
[01:43.860]You don't wanna take bonga, let's eat tunda
[01:46.490]I'm comfy in the tundra or in the rotunda
[01:49.380]I'm summer humid, listenin' to Sun Ra
[01:51.760]Yo, I bring the dunda, I make your ass nunga

作曲 : Heems/Lapgan/Your Old Droog
One, two, yeah, yeah, check it out, yeah
Yo, Sri Lanka, I'm doin' well there
B***h from Bel-Air named Bianca
Every time I link with Hemi, we be sponsorin'
Lames only see me when they meet me at the concert
Beggin' for a plus, rappers be on suss
They just mad it's 'bout to bust and we on a cuss
Shawty think she can do better than me, must be on dust
I turn that bird to an ex like Elon Musk
Yo, I be eatin', I'm the Pac-Man, me, I move the Pack man
Roll around with Pack mans, my man got the strap, man
He pack a knack in the back, man, I've been that, man
Don't know how to act, man, yo, that's a fact, man
Me, I just rap, man, I'm like Hugh Jackman
I'm a Hugh Jackman, damn, that shit slack, man
Jugi give me that, man, this verse is a rap, man
No cap, Queen's back on the map
I do what you can't, they screamin' out my lines like the Wu-Tang
Shawty that I'm messin' with divine like I'm Hugh Grant, I'm too Ant
Used to stand in line for some food stamps, a true tent
Chillin' in the ride, bumpin' boot camp, your droogs damp
Your mother****er use a entree
Don't try to little brother me, dawg, I ain't Vante
Smack up your kids, choke your mother
Have a hundred goons outside your crib lookin' like the Yoakins brothers
Afghanistan, that's how I tally bands
I blam your fam, a week ago, hand to hand
I'll shoot the dove, we could go man to man
A handsome man in the jungle with the rangatans
Y'all know Hemi, jazz and sashimi
Shorties call me dreamy and steamy when they see me
I eat linguine and my man Lamborghini
Make the money Houdini and some drip like a genie
Yo, I was dusted, reading map textbooks
Yo, my right hook better than my left hook
Yo, they ain't white hoods, they can't see my checkbook
I'm in Red Hook, cookin' fish, I'm the head cook
You don't wanna take bonga, let's eat tunda
I'm comfy in the tundra or in the rotunda
I'm summer humid, listenin' to Sun Ra
Yo, I bring the dunda, I make your ass nunga