NigerianDonDada
FFOE
Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy"
Yesiree, got the recipe
Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee
Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear
Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear
See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads
Get her knee pads, penalty, face mask
I face grab the don enter the don's in her
The don of don play the dug-out like Don Zimmer
I hang wit' Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn
I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn"
Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt
My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard
So I stack from the gamblin'
Drop cash in the phantom
Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem
Drive the seven series, to the World Series
I'm so serious I want the whole world hear me
Man you know how I line my backs (how?)
With a dime of crack (oh)
They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back
Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track
Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track
If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman
In Minnesota my Vikings sell Vicodins
I got clients connects, my alliance respect
I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets
Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills
But I still cop keys, fukk with those crills
Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel
The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill
I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good
fukk Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood (Harlem)
So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty
Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde
Halftime Show verse
Yesiree, got the recipe
Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee
Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear
Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear
See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads
Get her knee pads, penalty, face mask
I face grab the don enter the don's in her
The don of don play the dug-out like Don Zimmer
I hang wit' Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn
I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn"
Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt
My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard
So I stack from the gamblin'
Drop cash in the phantom
Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem
Drive the seven series, to the World Series
I'm so serious I want the whole world hear me
Man you know how I line my backs (how?)
With a dime of crack (oh)
They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back
Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track
Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track
If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman
In Minnesota my Vikings sell Vicodins
I got clients connects, my alliance respect
I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets
Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills
But I still cop keys, fukk with those crills
Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel
The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill
I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good
fukk Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood (Harlem)
So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty
Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde
Halftime Show verse
