I'm a throw it like Santana
Jo-han yo man is a ho like damn Santa
Lemme illustrate like Dan Hanna
What I am see this man is a grandstanda
I'm a grand planna and what I want is
40 acres no mule land in Atlanta
Sand in Havana ran to Indiana
Then came back for the green like Bruce Banner
Used to rock a bandana
And dream of driving in a car same color as a ban-ana
But now I'm smarter than a fifth grader
Which hater wanna try to rub it in like hand sani
Tizer realize that I'm a lot wiser
But I won't blow my top like a hot geyser
So put away the damn camera
I don't smoke coco po po on the damn scanner
Hoping they can apprehend African
American men in a planned manner
But I ain't fallin' for the okey-doke
So back away and turn yourself around
Like the hokey poke
Is this a racist nation or is it just my imagination
Like the song that Smokey wrote
Tonight on this very mic you about to hear
I swear the best darn artist of the year
So so cheerio yell scream bravo
Also if you didn't know this is called Da' Pro
This is called Da' Pro
This is called Da' Pro
That's no question yo
I be the
Gateway better know the fact
The way that some believe the weed
Might lead to the coke or crack
I'm ma take you onto harder shit
This a starter kit
To bring back what is dope in rap
The game's up in traction right now
And that shit on the radio: broken back
Or worse yet: stroke attack
You like it rough It's the Brooklyn Strangler
Choke a track
I be hopin' that
Maybe one day them old clubs I used to go to: open back
I'm so nostalgic I'm ma yoke a cat
Because of the fact he stepped on my Croker sacks
Nah I'm lyin' never had a pair
Where I'm from 40 Belows and fatigues was the outer wear
Want y'all to hear me loud and clear
If you don't care for the real shit then get outta here
Tonight on this very mic you about to hear
I swear the best darn artist of the year
So so cheerio yell scream bravo
Also if you didn't know this is called Da' Pro
This is called Da' Pro
This is called Da' Pro
That's no question
That's no question yo
