[Verse 1]
I went down to Canal Street
To get my gold chain from Mr. Lee
I seen a fine freak that you wouldn't believe
Six foot three with double D's
Says she only likes white boys
"Don't I know you from MTV?"
"That's me, you seen Scary Movie 3?"
She said "Nah" then we went to eat
I peeped her purse, looked kind of cheap
Gucci ain't spelled with an E
Nails like Flo-Jo, press on [?]
A little suspect but she fine to me
In the backseat of the taxi
Hop out at the ?
And the maître d', he said to me
"You know the policy, no zombies!"

[Hook: Christian George]
Big fake ass, brand new D's
Fresh new ride, no ?
? superstar
Fake Chanel, Louis V
Press on nails straight from ?
Prosthetic hair in your weave
You know what you are
Bitch you're so Canal Street
(Canal street)
? Asian peeps
(Canal Street)
? from head to feet
(Canal Street)
That's why you're Canal Street
(Canal Street)
? DVD
Straight real yeah bitch please
Bitch you're so Canal Street
(Canal Street)
That's why you're Canal Street
(Canal Street)

[Verse 2]
Went down to a crib in Tribeca
Bet the house, I'ma get the trifecta
Fucked ? double decker
Beef curtain failed the food inspector
Hit it from the back nice and slow
Pulled off the weave ? like "woah"
She freaked out and tried to leave
I'm like "Baby, you can be my Mrs. Clean"
Right then, I peeped the bird feet
Only thing missing on this bitch is a beak
Hang on baby, gotta take a leak
Go ahead girl, I'ma watch TV
Channel three, Maury P
Top big block plastic surgery
The first bitch had a familiar face
Oh shit same chick, I'm in her place
[Hook]

[Verse]
Chanel bag don't cost 25 bucks
(Canal Street, Canal Street)
Fake nose, fake hips, fake hips, what the fuck
(Canal Street, Canal Street)
Rolex don't turn green in the shower
(Canal Street, Canal Street)
Gucci don't say "Made in Korea"
(Canal Street with your Canal Street shit)
So check it out you Canal Street hoes
Dudes like me see through your fake clothes
And the fake bag, and the fake weave
And the fake shades, baby please
And the fake shoes, ain't ?
Just be yourself, girl
I ain't judging you
I do me, and you do you
Then I do you in these real Prada boots
Dirt Nasty got nodda to prove
And the blue contacts, you gotta remove
If you ain't got dough for expensive clothes
It's second hand shit at the thrift store

[Hook]