can i talk my shit again// even if i dont hit again dog are you fuckin kiddin? my hat..my shoes..my coat louis vuitton stitch//wit donatello versaci thats louis vuitton bitch i think hennessy..i drink, im gon// off that bacardi lem-on & (sounds like lemona) corona im zonin class back in session so i upded a grade//two years dwayne wayne became dwayne wade n aye please dont start me..im like gnarls barkley..meets charles barkley im pop, the barkers...im hood the parkers//when yall was in limbo..i raised the bar up i touched on everything//married to the game, rock a chain 'stead a wedding ring the bridesmaids catch the garter, on nights where 'ye romance//cameras flash so much that i gotta do that 'ye-yo dance im on a world tour, wit common my man///after each and every show a couple dykes in the band its easy..the hood love to listen to jeezy and weezy..and oh yea yeezy..I did it for the glory.... verse 2 what im suposed to do now man the game all messed up//how im suposed to stand out if everybody get dressed up so yea, at the grammys i went, ultra-travolta, yea//that tuxedo mighta been a little gueedo(?)//but wit my ego...i can stand there in a speedo and be looked at like a fuckin hero the glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night(nikes?), the grind, the empty bottles of no-doze//tank on empty..whippin my momma volvo//i spent that gas money on clothes with logos the fur is Hermes man, Sh*t that you dont floss..the courtyard so hard man im hugos boss//why i gotta ask what that two-door cost//house in the hills..two doors from tracy ross and im askin bout her girlfriends..yea the dark skinded one//she askin bout the speed boats..i admit, we rented em when u meet me in person, what do you feel like?//i know i know i look better in real life i hear people compare theyself to big alot, you know big and pac, you know to get it hot i guess after i live i wanna be compared to big, any1 big pun, big L, or notorius//and then, get money and stunt & stay glorius..ima stop killin these niggas soon as the chourus hit