See no
Demo sonnan ja dame
Mou sonnan ja hora
Kokoro wo shinka suru yo
Motto motto
Come on and slam
And welcome to the jam!
Come on and slam
If you wanna jam!
Come on and slam
And welcome to the jam!
Come on and slam
If you wanna jam!
In west philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said you movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel air
I can hear the voice
But I don't wanna listen
Strap me down and tell me I'll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
I can hear the voice
But I don't wanna listen
Strap me down and tell me I'll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
(Ooh-wa-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Miwataseba ichimen hakkin no
Sekai ni ippo dake fumidashite
Itsumademo tomaranai
Kono mune no tokimeki de issho ni odorou
(X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya)
Ain't never gave nothing to me
But every time I turn around
Cats got they hands out wanting something from me
I ain't got it so you can't get it
Let's leave it at that cause I ain't wit it
Hit it with full strength
I'm a jail nigga
So I face the world like it's earl in a bullpen
You against me, me against you
(G. A. B. E.)
Whatever, whenever nigga fuck you gon do
(G. A. B. E. N. Gaben)
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way, bitch
Get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way, bitch
Get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way, bitch
Get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way, bitch
Get out the way
Alright stop
Pajama time
Come here little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap as in
A new case of child molestation, accusation
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
No worries
What else could I possibly do to make noise
I done touched on everything but little boys
Go shawty
It's you're birthday
We gon' party like it's you're birthday
We gon' sip bacardi like it's you're birthday
And you we don't give a fuck it's not you're birthday
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub
Look mami I what you need
If you into feeling buzzed
I'm into having sex
I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
Well the years start coming
And they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Go go galo sengen
Give a little poot poot it's okay
G. A. B. E. N. Gaben
Move bitch, get out the way
Go shawty, it's you're birthday
Bill bill
Wop oppan gangnam style
Old spice odor blocker blocker bodywash
Ooh-wa-ah-ah-ah-ah
Zutto zutto