Lyrics:
Listen...
Nicko: I'm the one out the(r)e all on me own...
Steve: I know.
Nicko: ...I'm doin' a drum solo. N' I've got fuckin' talkin'...
Steve: N' I'm
Hook
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA, J.E.V.O.N
obsessed, with this piece, hanging off my chest
I'm obsessed , with this weed, coming out of my breath
Yo I guess its just me Guinness all in the chest
Y
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-why-see-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-why-see-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return
selling products for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death
The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks
ah)
Jesu n wo o o (Ah ah ah ah)
Adam where are you?
I'm on an island if you may
But still an island regardless
Am I trapped inside a maze or merely
bo
Mekunu n jiya gan
Agbari n tawa
O wa da bi enipe
Ko si solution mo o
Eyin Olori
Ki lo n sele gan
#CHORUS
Idamu yi ma ti po ju
E gb’agbara
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
selling products for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death
The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Nwetekwa heh
Nwetekwa o ihe nke eme u
Ihe nke eme u ti'n ba ra e mu
Woss ti'n ba ra e mu
Ma f'oju e ri m'abo (oh)
Ma f'oju e ri m'abo uhn
I hustle
And that's Jason
J-A-S-O-N
Ugh
J-A-S-O-N
Ugh
Come and get your girl, bruh
Come and get your girl, bruh
She in my DMs
Yeah
She in my DMs
Ha
If I
-F-G, no
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, no
Q-R-S and T-U-V
W-X and Y and Z
I'mma imagine my Jamal, me know me ABC's
I'mma sit up on the riddim
I'mma sit low, city
a n****, comin' across fake n****s
But we made n****s, old school and I'm thinkin'
Y'all some b**** made n****s and you steadily sinkin'
O-U-T, L-A-W-Z
dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't
R-I-P to R-A-P
E-M-I-N-E-M's back with the D-R-E
And I'm the
S-L-I-M (what?) S-H-A-D-Y (woo)
I'm H-I-G-H (yeah), yeah, baby, high
I'm not
to take it's place
Sweet talk comes easy
Sometimes it'll get you by
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
Let the poets write of love
It sounds good
by a landslide
Y'all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's
by a landslide
Y'all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
we moved shop down there by Lehman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
Yeah n
the trajectory
Your heart is gone' be lighter than a feather can't you see that
God's gunna guarantee that
Let's go
We are ONE
(O)penness (N)ever (E)xcludes
It's
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