Remember that Ray shyt that Jamie Foxx played?
That was my shyt
I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script
In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip
Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick
In Braille, he read it in no time
Hit me with his math, said I'll give you some more lines
Real talk, stand up dude
Said ‘how you like Jamie Foxx to replay you?’ He said ‘yea that's cool
But under one circumstance,
you think he can bow my walk, flip my talk and my hands?’
I said ‘sure why not, he can imitate anything trust me this young boy hot’
Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo
Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window
