[keith cook]
hmmm...
yoou-hoou
yeah..

For so long that things have been out of my reach,
but now I've learned the game and I'm playing for keeps,
yoou-hooou

yoou hooou

[Vinni]
It's the philosophies of possible cheese,
let's get some profit's from these prophecies,
swapping some g's for DVD's, oversees properties,
making sure the vocals dropping on the keys properly,
get it popping in this monopoly,
nobody stopping me, cause my mission is set,
ain't got no listeners yet,
peep the ignition, cannabis in effect,
missing respect, my position is set, and the conditions reflect
my coalitions when we piss on cassettes,
yo I ain't dissing but yo're slack, folks are falling for crap,
you can't be serious, you call that rap? Sure that's fat?
I bought it but I brought it back, I can't afford a supporter-cap,
run recorders till the mortar cracks, making daugters clap,
game like a quarterback, with portable facts,
Vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the map,
we moving till we on top
getting my shit from the pawn shop
as soon as this fucking song drops.

Refreng:
[keith cook]
and we're moving on up, it's our time to shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass it round,
now I know you're hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.

[kleen cut]
You're like an old can of coke, buzz already dead.
Kleen Cut, Paperboys, and it's over your head.
We fuck making noise, live for dough.
Do a free show? How I gon supply my ho?
She is high maitainence, I got five fake friends
talking all nice, but they don't make sense,
I've never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands
it's all good, got nothing but love for