And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me
That these brothers lied to you Jack
Hope you don't think, you'se as hardy
I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
Did not come here to impress you
Ving ain't lie
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
My homey strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin' to get some change
And you can try to change but that's just as hot player
And I could blame my environment but
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Now before I finish, let me just say
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
Twenty years from now, you're gonna be able to say
I done came through the block in everything that's fly
But similar to them letters, "No one can do it better"
There ain't no reason why I be buyin' expensive chains
Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm
If you do then, how would you explain?
With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
I shoot at you actors like movie directors
I guess even back then you can call me
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
This ain't a movie dog
Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
My name is Hov', oh, H to the O V
Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Of history in the makin' durin' our generation
I used to move snowflakes by the O Z
Nigga I get mine, by any means on whenever there's a drought
Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name
That's right Hov', oh, not D.O.C.
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
Allow me to re-introduce myself
I never claimed to have wings on
I did not come here to show out
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
Lyin' as if, I am a different man
Only a fews-us niggaz, gettin' high within' the game
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years
That I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I check Cheddar like a food inspector
C.E.O. of the ROC, Hov'
I be the, music biz number one supplier
