[Intro: GREY]
Yeah, uh, oh, ugh
*cracks knuckles*
I get a lot of bitches
Get a lot of bitches
Yeah
I got the Beatles on a track now

[Paul McCartney]
Ay m8 wassup?

[GREY]
Sup Paul

[Verse 1: GREY]
I got a couple bitches, everybody know that's on my wishlist
But it shouldn't be because I already got a lot, don't chu know?
And if you wanna fuck with me, I'll show you all my luxury
That's pretty cool, but don't chu know? That's the cardinal rule
What I do? Doo waka doo waka doo waka doo
Your mom steps on my dick without any shoes
Yeah, that's what I do– it ain't no fetish
She forces me to do it
And then I stay healthy by eating lettuce
That's the truth
I'm in the booth
That's what I do
Hey, hey, hey, hey
*guitar playing*
Stop playing the guitar dude!
What are you doing? Wow, yeah
I'm one of the best
Young money
Uh, yeah
I'm still one of the best, fuck the rest
20 sexes with a couple bitches
That's what I do every second of my life
So I'm gonna hand it over to my homie that's trife– Biggie Smalls!
To spit a couple bars
[Verse 2: Biggie Smalls]
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some
To let n***as know
That if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who - says me, the lyrical
N***as saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"