It's what you all Been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper For damn it They can't stand it They want something new So let's get re-acquainted Became the hood favorite I cant even explain it I surprise myself too Life of a Don Lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club Wit that fresh shit on With something crazy On my arm Ha Ha Hum Here's another hit Barry Bonds (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Chorus: We outta here baby We outta here baby We outta here baby Dude Fresh off the plane Konitchiwa bitches Turn around another plane My passport on pimpin As for what I did That nigga done did it Talked it and he lived it Spitted then he shitted I don't need to write hits I might bounce ideas But only I could come up With some shit like this I done played the underdog My whole career I've been a very good sport Haven't I, this year They said he's going crazy And we seen this before But I'm doing pretty good As far as geniuses go And I'm doing pretty hood In my pink polo Please, how you gonna say I ain't no low-head Cos my Dior Got me more my dough-head I'm insulted You should go here And bow so hard Till your knees Hit your forehead And the flow Just hit code red Top 5 MC's You ain't gotta remind me Top 5 MC's You gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line You can get behind me But my head's so big You can't sit behind me Life of a Don Lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club Wit that fresh shit on With something crazy On my arm Ha Ha Hum Here's another hit Barry Bonds (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah We outta here baby Wha, wha We outta here baby And Mr. West Is so outta here baby And me I'm Mr. Weezy Baby I'm so bright not shady My teeth and my eyes So wight like Shady Ice in my teeth So refrigerated Whenever they make them I shall hate them Oops, I meant have them I'm so crazy But if you get crazy You be sleeping With daisies Its such a hay-bit Oops, i meant habit And my drink's Still pinker Than the easter rabbit And I'm still cold (cole) Like Keisha's family Stove on my waist Turn beef to baddies And i ate It cos I'm so at it I don't front And I don't go backwards And I don't practice and I don't lack shit And you can get Barried (Chorus) Life of a Don Lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club Wit that fresh shit on Wit something crazy On my arm Ha Ha Hum Man here's another hit Barry Bonds (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)