Hey, grandma. I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs. I'll be home soon. I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile. Okay, okay, love you too
[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (Yeah). Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go. Yeah (G-G)
Hey, grandma. I'm still out here makin' my Uber runs. I'll be home soon. I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile. Okay, okay, love you too
[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Shady Aftermath (Yeah). Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go. Yeah (G-G)
[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
[Verse 1: The Game]
It's Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin' through my veins, I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novocaine
Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your Black ass
Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip it's ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt
Now you crawlin' out the driver side like a centipede
And me, I'm finna be on a jet to the Phillipines
Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God don't intervene
While I'm smashin' Saweetie pussy to smithereens
It's the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, I'm him
Puttin' this big black dick in your skims
[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, I'm the Black Slim Shady
[Verse 2: The Game]
I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night
Chopped his body up, and forget where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie, I couldn't taste it last night (Hahaha)
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, I'm with 40 goin' dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, I'm with Canadians in Drake's house
Havin' a stakeout
And I'm so tired of orderin' takeout, what's beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So let's play house with the Dracos and AR's
Stay the fuck up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard
And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet
Here it is another BBL. And my dick get little on the internet
My intellect is NFT's and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's
[Interlude 2: Uber Driver & The Game]
Chuck? Yeah. Hey, man, let's get you out the rain
Good lookin', how's your night goin', bro?
I'm cool, man, you don't need that mask
Nobody cares about that shit anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin', homie. Ayo, I really fuck with that starter cap, that shit hard as fuck
Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace
What? He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago
Damn. It's my favorite. Can I see that shit for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure. Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything
Who signed it for you? Eminem. He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my brother praised him
Back when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Woah, wait, I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have a gu—?
Yo, shut the fuck up. Ayy, man, I'm drivin', I'll get you there wait
I'll take you, I'm a fan, that's cool
Stop lookin' back, stop lookin' back here
It's cool dude, man, you don't need to do this
Focus on the fuckin' road
Okay. Yo, come on, man. Alright. Drive. Alright, alright. Drive. We'll go, we'll go. Shut the fuck up. Alright
[Verse 3: The Game]
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC 10
One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' Black... skin
This ain't no suit that I wore
This ain't a mansion, a hangin' plaque, this ain't no stupid award
So, oh, he goes platinum. And, oh, I'm on the 'Math with him
He got all the Blackest friends. He wants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Dr.'s Advocate. Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks. Candy shops and the magic stick
DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just maskin' it. You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin. But the math wasn't mathin' in
So pass me the torch 'cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9's
When you was pretendin' to be the white Royce da 5'9". I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
I'd rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops, tell 'em it's a Black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked. And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standin' on a teardrop and he says he can feel Pac in the air
Like Phil Collins, listen to him, he still wildin'
(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island). So silence, I'm—, I'm thinkin', uh, mm, yeah
Nothin' rhymes with orange! So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up
Shoot the fade with me, I'd love to put these hands up
I could .40 Glock you, unarmed. Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailie's with me and she's unharmed for now (Dad, I'm really scared)
These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defence
Cause G's ain't supposed to fold up. With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
I'm cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona
The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin' Jehovah
The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?)
Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture
You are not, top five, in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes
No André, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies. Sniff a white line, this the right time. I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, I'm not Mr. Nice Guy
[Bridge: The Game]
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I'm not Mr. Nice Guy. I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Dre know. I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) Way to fuckin' go
[Verse 4: The Game]
You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal, and Interscope
Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope
('Cause I'm shady) Shadier than him. (I'm crazy) Crazier than Kim
So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh, you think I'm a Joker? Well, riddle me this
You love you mother? Well, I'm cleanin' out your closet for you and your half-brother
And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to go to 8 Mile
Cause when I was little to get some M&M's, I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldn't leave the studio, your life is on loop
That's why I'm doggy in style, 'cause niggas rather bump Snoop
And I'm a lyrical .50 cal. Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin'
The chainsaw, vrinn, vrinn. Hello? Hello? Pagin' Dr. Dre? He ain't got a lot to say
But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt' and force 'em back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasn't pickin' me and Mariah wasn't pickin' you
So the cannons is blam-blammin' and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave
And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day
Now I'm here, hope you ready, this is not mom's spaghetti
This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil' Debbie
He takes the cake. 'Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with her havin' you as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here lookin' like a wigger in jeans (Yeah)
Little Marshall Mathers. Mad 'cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters
That sentiment's hard to gather. Let's get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it
But none with me, you, and 50, let's stitch this shit all together
You like it, Slim? I made it just for you
I even kidnapped Stan's brother and baited him here for you
But you would just say, "No". Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul
You ain't the shell of who you used to be
And after you, it's me, on the Uzi spree like it's two of me
And Matthew's dead now, it's just you and me
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry
Mm, is that cultural appropriation
Ask Paul if it's even appropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me
How your day went? Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift or do shrooms in your mom's basement
Until you nod and see spaceships
And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talent's wasted
Then you wake up and you ain't shit
I know you fiendin' for a Dr. Dre bass hit
How ironic, an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, 'cause I done had it with the fake shit
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like a weight bench
And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist
Sorry, it ain't workin' out. Niggas shootin' [billy?] blanks (It's my winner's speech)
While I'm here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray
My other twelve personalities wasn't really in the mood today
Hi, kids, here's somethin' funny, let's all say, "Nigga" once
Crashed the car, hit and run. Jumped out, hid the gun
Your fans want a rap god, well, fuck it, I'ma give him one
I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one
[Outro: The Game]
Mr. Shady, don't be shady. Pick that pen up, don't be lazy. Call up Dre and get that Dre beat. Jump off stage if shit get crazy. Mr. Shady, don't be shady. Pick that pen up, don't be lazy. Call up Dre and get that Dre beat. Jump off stage if shit get crazy
Hei, bibi. Bado niko nje hapa makin 'Uber wangu anaendesha. Nitakuwa nyumbani hivi karibuni. Nilipata moja tu, kinda karibu na maili 8. Sawa, sawa, nakupenda pia
[Intro: mchezo]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G). Matangazo ya kivuli (ndio). Mimi na kumpiga mvulana kwenye shiti yetu, twende. Ndio (G-G)
[Chorus: mchezo]
Sidhani wanajua wao fuckin 'na nani
Vuta lori hilo karibu, niggas ni sehemu za Duckin '
Halo, mimi ni mwembamba mwembamba
Ninafungua joto na mitts yangu ya oveni
Mimi ncha-toe kuzunguka katika chucks yangu na shit
Halo, mimi ni mwembamba mwembamba
[Mstari wa 1: Mchezo]
Ni mchezo, mgonjwa kwenye ubongo
Mgonjwa kama siku ambayo nimekuja
Hennessy Runnin 'kupitia mishipa yangu, mimi hupakia kipande na lengo
Mgonjwa wa wewe niggas talkin 'kama hautanyesha kwenye mvua
Sasa mimi ni Singin 'Frank Ocean, na unapigwa na novocaine hii
Wagonjwa na uchovu wa niggas, bitches, na wakosoaji, wote sawa
Michezo yenye kilema wanayocheza ', Lyin', tryin 'mimi kwa jina langu
Ninashikilia dick yangu kwenye punda wako mweusi
Bitch ya kina kwenye show, ili tu kunyoa ncha hiyo ni ujinga, yeye huangalia 'Inakua
Kuvuka macho-ed, crosshairs juu ya maadui wangu
Ikiwa unavuka barabara, unanikimbilia, unaingia kwenye bolt nyepesi
Sasa unatambaa nje upande wa dereva kama centipede
Na mimi, mimi ni Finna kuwa kwenye ndege kwa Phillipines
Kumwaga maharagwe, kupiga Kool-Aid, overell, Mungu usiingilie kati
Wakati mimi ni Smashin 'Saweetie pussy kwa smithereens
Ni G-a-ficky-ficky-m, rangi uso wangu, mimi ni yeye
Puttin 'Dick hii nyeusi nyeusi kwenye skims zako
[Chorus: mchezo]
Sidhani wanajua wao fuckin 'na nani
Vuta lori hilo karibu, niggas ni sehemu za Duckin '
Halo, mimi ni mwembamba mwembamba
Ninafungua joto na mitts yangu ya oveni
Mimi ncha-toe kuzunguka katika chucks yangu na shit
Halo, mimi ni mwembamba mwembamba
[Mstari wa 2: Mchezo]
Nilimuua Dk Dre katika basement yangu jana usiku
Nilipotea jana usiku, nilienda shit jana usiku
Kung'olewa mwili wake juu, na usahau mahali nilipoiweka jana usiku
Alikuwa na kipande cha mkate wa unyenyekevu, sikuweza kuonja jana usiku (hahaha)
Nilipoteza ladha yangu na harufu yangu, nilipata omarion
Mimi na Dk Fauci tulikwenda kwa wasichana wazimu na ndipo tukapata sherehe yetu
Kwa hivyo ada-fi-fum, niko na bubu 40 za goin
Sio E-40, nyingine 40, niko na Canada katika nyumba ya Drake
Havin 'STAKEOUT
Na nimechoka sana na orderin 'kuchukua, nyama ya ng'ombe ni nini?
Nyama ni wakati unamwambia mpishi awaletee steaks
Basi wacha tucheze nyumba na Dracos na AR's
Kaa kutomba juu ya nyasi za Stanley na uchukue shit katika uwanja wao
Na dick yangu hukaa ngumu, ninapoona Lizzo kwenye mtandao
Hapa kuna BBL nyingine. Na dick yangu hupata kidogo kwenye mtandao
Akili yangu ni ya NFT na Cryptos, siwezi kuwa Crip ingawa
Mimi ncha-toe na rag yangu nyekundu karibu sita o's
[Interlude 2: Dereva wa Uber & Mchezo]
Chuck? Ndio. Hei, mtu, wacha tutoe mvua
Kuangalia nzuri ', usiku wako unaendeleaje', kaka?
Mimi ni mzuri, mwanadamu, hauitaji mask hiyo
Hakuna mtu anayejali shit hiyo tena
Umepata chaja huko juu na wewe?
Ndio, kwa kweli, inafikia njia yote huko pia
Kuangalia nzuri ', homie. Ayo, mimi hutomba sana na kofia hiyo ya nyota, hiyo shit ngumu kama kutomba
Hadithi ya wazimu nyuma yake, kaka yangu Stan, pumzika kwa amani
Nini? Alinipa kofia hii miaka ishirini na mbili iliyopita
Jamaa. Ni kipenzi changu. Je! Ninaweza kuona shit hiyo kwa dakika?
Uh, ndio, hakika. Ah, shit, mama huyu wa mama aliye na picha na kila kitu
Nani alitia saini kwa ajili yako? Eminem. Alikuwa kama mungu huyu wa rap
Mwanadamu, mimi na kaka yangu tulimsifu
Nyuma nilipokuwa mdogo, sipendi kabisa vitu vyake vipya
Woah, subiri, najua tunaenda wapi, subiri, kwa nini una Gu?
Yo, funga kutomba. Ayy, mwanadamu, mimi ni drivin ', nitakufikisha hapo subiri
Nitakuchukua, mimi ni shabiki, hiyo ni nzuri
Acha kuangalia 'nyuma, acha kuangalia' hapa
Ni dude baridi, mwanadamu, hauitaji kufanya hivi
Zingatia barabara ya fuckin
Sawa. Yo, njoo, mwanadamu. Sawa. Kuendesha. Sawa, sawa. Kuendesha. Tutakwenda, tutaenda. Zima kutomba. Sawa
[Mstari wa 3: Mchezo]
Uliza Dre
Nilichopata ni neno langu, dick yangu na mac yangu 10
Jambo moja ambalo huwezi kuwa nalo ni mweusi wangu wa mamafuckin ... ngozi
Hii haifai ambayo nilivaa
Hii sio nyumba kubwa, jalada la hangin, hii sio tuzo ya kijinga
Kwa hivyo, oh, yeye huenda kwa platinamu. Na, oh, niko kwenye hesabu pamoja naye
Alipata marafiki wote weusi. Yeye anataka kuwa Mwafrika, mimi
Kushoto kwa wafu juu ya wakili wa Dk. Dre hakuwahi kuzalishwa, nilifikiria tu
Lo, hapa kuna hila za uchawi. Maduka ya pipi na fimbo ya uchawi
DeAngelo Bailey alipata sura ya kumpa punda wako tena
Wewe unyogovu, wewe tu maskin 'yake. Wewe pop adderall, vicodin, na aspirini. Lakini hesabu haikuwa Mathin 'ndani
Basi nipitishe tochi kwa sababu kuteswa akilini mwangu
Na sauti ambayo inakataa mashairi yatalazimisha macho ya kipofu
Kuona kwamba nilikuwa katika Roll Royce nyeupe na tano .9's
Wakati ulikuwa unajifanya 'kuwa White Royce da 5'9 ". Nilivuka tu laini nzuri
Anaweza tu kumlazimisha yule mtu mweupe kupiga D12 ili aweze kuwa nyama ya nguruwe wanayosaga, nguruwe
Na rapper mkubwa katika Detroit, tuzo hiyo ni Sean Don
Kwa hivyo funga Chardonnay na ushikilie uma wangu katika divai nyeupe
Sijawahi kukusikia kwenye kilabu, sikuwahi kukusikia kwenye baa
Albamu kumi na moja na kumi hazijawahi kucheza ndani ya gari langu
Ningependa kusikiliza snitch9ine kama mara sitini na tisa
Na ushiriki katika sitini-na watu sitini na tisa kuliko kukusikiliza
Wewe ni Karen, piga simu, waambie ni mtu mweusi kwenye block yako
Na Glock na akaipata. Na tatoo kwenye uso wake ni nyota na teardrop
Alisimama kwenye teardrop na anasema anaweza kuhisi pac hewani
Kama Phil Collins, Msikilize, bado alikuwa mwitu '
(Ah, Epstein alinifukuza karibu na Kisiwa cha Epstein). Kwa hivyo ukimya, mimi ni -, ninafikiria ', uh, mm, ndio
Nyimbo za Nothin na machungwa! Kwa hivyo Ficky-Ficky Slim Shady, tafadhali, simama
Risasi Fade na mimi, ningependa kuweka mikono hii juu
Ningeweza .40 Glock wewe, bila silaha. Tupa ulimwengu kichwani mwako na mkono mmoja
Mpendwa Slim, Hailie yuko nami na hajajeruhiwa kwa sasa (baba, ninaogopa sana)
Hizi ndizo siri za ndani kabisa, mimi huweka na niko kwenye ulinzi
Sababu G haifai kukunja. Pamoja na facade zote ambazo nimeshikilia ndani ya akili yangu, niliinuka
Mimi ni baridi kama covid, ebola, homa ya Uhispania, na corona
Virusi vya Zika, pneumonia iko ndani ya mtu wangu
Kila upande wa mabega yangu ni pepo chasin 'Yehova
Renegade au Askari, kwa kweli nilimpa Hova (jinsi inahisi?)
Miaka ishirini na tatu, bado sio kupenya 'utamaduni
Wewe sio, watano wa juu, katika mgodi, B.I.G au macho ya PAC
Hakuna André, hakuna Nas, acha uwongo wa uwongo. Sniff mstari mweupe, huu ni wakati sahihi. I suge knight vanilla barafu, mimi sio Bwana mzuri guy
[Daraja: Mchezo]
Mimi ni wazimu (mimi ni wazimu, mimi ni wazimu) mimi ni wazimu (mimi ni wazimu, mimi ni wazimu) mimi sio Mr. Nice Guy. Mimi ni wazimu (mimi ni wazimu, mimi ni wazimu) Dre kujua. Mimi ni wazimu (mimi ni wazimu, mimi ni wazimu) njia ya fuckin 'nenda
[Mstari wa 4: Mchezo]
Umefanya pissed mbali Jimmy, Universal, na Interscope
Jua, nilipata Jimmy, Slim, 50, na Universal katika wigo
(Kwa sababu mimi ni kivuli) shadier kuliko yeye. (Mimi ni wazimu) crazier kuliko Kim
Kwa hivyo wakati ishara ya bat inapoenda kwenye mawingu juu ya majengo
Natumai unaishi muda wa kutosha kuona mashujaa wakigeuka kuwa wabaya
Ah, unafikiri mimi ni Joker? Kweli, kitendawili mimi hii
Unakupenda Mama? Kweli, nimeosha chumbani kwako na kaka yako wa nusu
Na nilikuambia nilipokuwa Detroit, nilitaka kwenda maili 8
Sababu wakati nilikuwa mdogo kupata M & M's, ilibidi nitembee maili nane
Lakini haungeacha studio, maisha yako yako kwenye kitanzi
Ndio sababu mimi ni mbwa kwa mtindo, kwa sababu niggas badala ya mapema snoop
Na mimi ni lyrical .50 cal. Acha ubongo wake wote nyembamba, upepo, michezo yote endin '
Chainsaw, Vrinn, Vrinn. Hello? Hello? Pagin 'Dr Dre? Yeye hana mengi ya kusema
Lakini kwa kuwa Curtis hufanya kila wakati, acha aandike mashairi kwako
Mwambie achague mabawa kwenye kipepeo yangu ya kipepeo 'na nguvu' em nyuma kwenye kijiko
Sasa bado ana rap au alikuwa na mabadiliko ya moyo pia?
Kifaranga kwenye show hakuwa picton 'mimi na Mariah hawakuwa pickin' wewe
Kwa hivyo mizinga ni blam-blammin 'na ikiwa ni jam basi mimi sinjam
Na futa mti wangu wa stripper na grisi ya nywele kutoka kwa bandana yako
Unatamani ungekuwa santana au cam ndani yao jays kumi
Durag kwa miaka kumi na hajawahi kuwa na wimbi moja
Na nilikuwa mtumwa huyo aliyekimbia, kwamba walizika kwenye kaburi moja
Na wengine wanasema angerudi kusumbua Slim Shady siku moja
Sasa niko hapa, natumai uko tayari, hii sio spaghetti ya mama
Huyu baba yako alikuwa ishirini na mbili wakati alikula lil 'debbie
Anachukua keki. Kwa sababu alikuwa na miaka kumi na tano tu, kwa hivyo mtu hangewezaje kumhurumia Havin 'wewe kama kijana?
Ilibidi apoteze wakati huu, atoe ndoto zake
Ili tu kumuona mtoto wake hapa anaonekana kama wigger kwenye jeans (ndio)
Masherati mdogo wa Marshall. Mad 'kwa sababu hakuna mtu anayefikiria kwamba mambo kidogo ya Marshall
Hisia hiyo ni ngumu kukusanyika. Wacha tufanye hii shit pamoja, picha iliraruliwa, niliirekebisha
Lakini hakuna na mimi, wewe, na 50, wacha tushike hii pamoja
Unaipenda, Slim? Nilifanya iwe kwa ajili yako tu
Nilimteka nyara kaka wa Stan na nikamtesa hapa kwa ajili yako
Lakini ungesema tu, "hapana". Labda tuache kwenye baridi kali
Mungu alikufanya uwe karibu kamili, alikosa roho yako tu
Wewe sio ganda la nani ulikuwa
Na baada yako, ni mimi, kwenye spree ya Uzi kama ni mbili yangu
Na Mathayo amekufa sasa, ni wewe na mimi tu
Sweatpants, kofia ya baba, durag na vito vya mapambo
MM, ni kwamba matumizi ya kitamaduni
Muulize Paulo ikiwa inafaa hata kwangu kutoa taarifa hiyo, mbaya kwangu
Siku yako iliendaje? Je! Ulibadilisha tena ndevu zako au kupata uso mwingine au kufanya vyumba kwenye basement ya mama yako
Mpaka ukitikisa kichwa na uone nafasi za anga
Na wageni ndani yake huja na kukuambia talanta yako imepotea
Halafu unaamka na haujafanya
Najua wewe fiendin 'kwa hit bass ya Dk.
Jinsi ya kushangaza, madawa ya kulevya katika basement
Na sasa mimi sugu, kwa sababu nilifanya nayo na shit bandia
Hajawahi kuelewa Ebonics au Cadence
Ninabonyeza kila kitu kama benchi la uzani
Na kila wakati sahani inapogonga, wewe kwenye orodha nyingine ya kucheza
Samahani, haifanyi kazi. Niggas Shooin '[Billy?] Blanks (ni hotuba ya mshindi wangu)
Wakati niko hapa, ninapaswa kushukuru sana MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi Spray
Haiba yangu nyingine kumi na mbili haikuwa katika hali ya leo
Halo, watoto, hapa kuna jambo la kuchekesha, wacha wote tuseme, "nigga" mara moja
Kugonga gari, kugonga na kukimbia. Akaruka, akaficha bunduki
Mashabiki wako wanataka mungu wa rap, vema, fuck, mimi nipe moja
Nilikuja kuweka Slim kwenye sanduku lakini tayari anaishi katika moja
[Outro: Mchezo]
Bwana Shady, usiwe na kivuli. Chagua kalamu hiyo, usiwe mvivu. Piga simu Dre na upate Dre Beat. Rukia hatua ikiwa shit inapotea. Bwana Shady, usiwe na kivuli. Chagua kalamu hiyo, usiwe mvivu. Piga simu Dre na upate Dre Beat. Rukia hatua ikiwa shit inapotea