(Hey) I'm hungry, man

It's the DJ

This is the DJ?

Yeah

You will take up high grade, Haile Selassie, y'know

This is 2011, Caribbean magazine, maybe you know him

Aaah, that's the guy

Yes

(Yeah, this is my house though) we wanna hear you live, talk, let's hear somethin'

Come on, come on, come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm steppin' in hotter this year

I'm steppin' in hotter this year

I'm steppin' in hotter this year

I'm steppin' in hotter this year (yeah, it's me)

Yo, these queers tryna rock me to sleep (never)

But the show got a line around five blocks, read it and weep (bitch)

Shit, I'm unexplained like a lot of things (what?)

If I see it and I want it, I'ma get it baby, ba-da-bing (bing)

No doors on my jeep (nope)

That's the case, I had to jump out and Stacey Dash on police (yo, I'm out, yo, I'm out!)

I shoulda tried out for the Chiefs, damn (uh)

A Hall of Famer at the least, damn (uh)

This train won't stop, so my chick won't top (nope)

I'm bouncing down the block in that '62 drop ('62 drop)

I'm so sincere, man, I s**t you not (I s**t you not)

I'm qualified to speak for my attorneys

Address the jury in a Shaq jersey (the black one)

This is one night only, Dragon vs. Phoenix (yeah)

I think I'll f*ck around and throw Aladdin on the remix (yeah)

You can never score a point against my defense (no)

For many years, my mind been going off the deep end

Uh, like Tom Hanks with the soccer ball

You get turned into a taco (hmm)

Uh, they thought Body was Bruce Willis in Morocco (Hey, Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis?)

Like I said, they'll never find you in a pot roast (never)

Uh, they'll never find you in a pot roast

I'm steppin' in hotter this year

I'm steppin' in hotter this year

When the sun don't shine no more

And the rain keep bubbling down

And it can't exsolve the pain

Baby, you can call my name

When the sun don't shine no more

And the rain keep bubbling down (yo)

And it can't exsolve the pain (yeah)

Baby, you can call my name

Yo, suicidal doors, bipolar necklaces

Army suit matchin' this coupe 'cause we perfectionists

Three's basic, 45 colors on the Coogi

You see me, but you never knew me, somethin' like a failed father

Up in Saks bustin' down racks

We out in Bal Harbour, certified

Looking like I'm powerin' appliance

Beefin' over money that can sour an alliance

Infused EVOO, sitting in the cabinet

Used to hold the work under the whip using a magnet

Outfits, controversial like I'm Russell Westbrook

Code name Lorraine, 'bout to hit you with a left hook

And f*ck these old niggas actin' like they made us

We superceded everything they did so now they hate us

Take a look at my life, 'cause I'm historical

You the type to compliment a Rolly at the urinal

I'm the type to look up continents and then explore a few

Splash Disaronno in the coffee

This watch is costly, I tell the time with your salary

Every Gucci hoodie that's out, you couldn't style with me

Creamed spinach, vintage, tinted but still shine through

(When the sun don't shine no more) easy 'fore we up in the spot, I might blind you

And the rain keep bubbling down (shit)

And it can't exsolve the pain

Baby, you can call my name

When the sun don't shine no more

And the rain keep bubbling down

And it can't exsolve the pain

Baby, you can call my name

Baby, you can call my name

That's how you perform under pressure

Just cameras and stuff like that, and this man just went in there and knocked it out

Rastafari, mon, Haile Selassie, mo