» verse 1
Ay Yo, my flow colder than a ice cream milk
and they say I'm destined to crossover like
and I aint And 1 but i'mma make the game
like pit bulls on tires, a hustler pimp i move and

and now all these honies wanna show the kid a quick
but so fake I tell all them girls to
Unless she move like shakira, see that girl can
and after a good bust, I might just shake

nah this ain't halrem, but i can make a girl
Run Game like Reggie bush and hten I might
unless she can make some money wit daddy then
and i dont mess with no girl that coochie gotta

itchy and scratchy like a Simpons, so girl
I'm tryin to catch an airplane, all girls gotta
cause when it comes to my focus, girly girl i dont
let cowards talkin to gangstas, to the top i'mma

dont rattle me up, cause I dont have a tail to
and when I bite down wit my jaws, it's hard to
so competition beware, I aint sayin u gotta shake
from fear, but from my prize you better let your eyes

bet on winner homie, just let the dice
cause I'mma be winnin until the whole earth
wavin my passport in Costa Rica, where girls
on la playa like I aint never seen, i aint wanna