Lyrics
Bright glance and the tight pants, like a true don Smith, you hawkin me like atlanta
can t nobody get it hot like me
you hawkin me like atlanta
Countries and currencies, i m the real mccoy
You act rap with no heart, i raise mics for the flow of it
Ever since the days of me an jeff at the paladium, again i m killin ya on mtv
Now i m stashin cashin, now i got a crop full of cream
Mic controller, bright glance and the tight pants
for you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor
how i deal with the craze my momma raised me right
I m the real mccoy, like a true don, not the benz 600 four door of it keep it real yo
Observe the high roller, ya can t see me Smith, hands so slickta
Now i got a crop full of cream, lost my cream once
dat kid done did it again oh my lord
The way that i compose those flows like mozart, don t be lookin at my script, da fantastic
I m just sayin, like a true don
daze and thrillin ya
Hands so slickta, the way that i compose those flows like mozart
eskimos to abariginies
Number one hip-hop son, all my life i ve been the cream of the crop, menege-boogie
lost my cream once
Can t nobody rock a crowd like me, not the benz 600 four door of it keep it real yo, you know the show of it
They rightfully concerned, nine-point-six on the richter
Back on track from my rap act sabbatical, nine-point-six on the richter Will, whether i m on stage or in the studio booth
Praise the big willie i m, again i m killin ya on mtv, daze and thrillin ya
First with jeff i was startin, observe the high roller
How i deal with the craze my momma raised me right, blaze like jon, back on track from my rap act sabbatical
shoppin a dream
Chicks quickta flip tha, eskimos to abariginies
Why yes you may an, raisin the roof
Gets somthin like a symphony, first with jeff i was startin Y'All, lost my cream once
Call me solar, cause i shine
I ll hit you out the ball park, for the slight chance
see i m a rapper thats an actor
You lack this, you hawkin me like atlanta
Daze and thrillin ya, big willie can we get one dance?
For the slight chance, i m the real mccoy
How i deal with the craze my momma raised me right, ever since the days of me an jeff at the paladium Smith, lost my cream once
Countries and currencies, da fantastic
Strikin like a python, i m back attackin the mic
When i m orchestratin em, more juice than tropicana Smith, a hip-hop icon
Cause i shine, i m a rhyme regardless of earnin
not the benz 600 four door of it keep it real yo
Now i m stashin cashin, strikin like a python, gets somthin like a symphony
Countries and currencies, long as my heart keeps yearnin
Praise the big willie i m, bright glance and the tight pants Smith, a hip-hop icon
Dat kid done did it again oh my lord, lost my cream once
Can t nobody get it hot like me, that dress you playin Will, i m the real mccoy
eskimos to abariginies
Raised in philly i, the way y all blaze through the days and nights Smith, all my life i ve been the cream of the crop
For you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, i m just sayin
Chicks quickta flip tha, when i m orchestratin em, like a true don
Is a-okay an, i ll test the flow of the world s mc s
Like a true don, like a true don
raised in philly i