They play my sh*t in the club
And kids say, we're the flyest of the city
Yeah, ey yo, sike, what's up?
Let the corks pop again, cuz the sh*t worked
I have loads of loose easy godtight double ryhmes
Against that, you dont come from your spot like a hole in a tire
Or with broken legs, i could even ryhme drunk
Would suck, but it'd be enough, cuz i know they top yours
Another line, okay, one or maybe a second
I dont care, im dropping ryhmes, until the last idiot cries
And rappers want to kill me, they've been searching for a while
No problem, you'll find me on google under " dope shit " ou, ah, but call me Cro
If i go to jail, then cuz of killer-flows
Yup, i've always been dope, you are ???
But when i build things, even J Dilla says wow
Cuz i make tired hearts beat again
I drink the bottle empty like there's a message in it
But if im not rapping, im partying with a model
They play my sh*t in the club
And kids say, we're the flyest of the city
Yeah, ey yo, sike, what's up?
Let the corks pop again, cuz the sh*t worked
They play my sh*t in the club
And kids say, we're the flyest of the city
Yeah, ey yo, sike, what's up?
Let the corks pop again, cuz the sh*t worked
And your homies go out and waste weed (drug)
In the meantime im at home, writing big parts
And if i go out in the evening, i attract bitches
As if i hit the jackpot for the third time
Ah, all hands up, when i please
As if this were a bankrobbery and im the guy with a thick gun
Cruisin through the city with a Benz instead of in the Bahn (train)
Since i can remember, i wanted to have a car like that
Ah, step back, dude, im up
Time for fresh wind, cuz this game is full of Veteran
And thats why im in my room every day
Record a whole tape and start from the beginning
Im crazy, buaaah, and a wellknown Genius
Record a hit and you dance to that beat
And back then i thought, dude, when she sees me
Today, one look's enough and she's head over heels