Last Call

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes, sir

Oh, my God, is that a black card?
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
It come out sweeter than old Sadie
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
I'd like to propose a toast
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air here
Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame him?

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
(Mr Rocafella)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Here's to The Roc)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
I rocked twenty thousand people, I was just on tour, nigga
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes, sir
So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and, ooh
So get your ass up off the bar

I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc

Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
I said toast motherfucker
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky

Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
Killin y'all, niggaz, on that lyrical shit
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Girl, he had with him, ass coulda' won the horse awards
I turned around and replied, why, yes
Flow infectious, give me ten seconds
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
'Cause they don't fucking
They say he bourgie, he big headed
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
I'm almost Raymond
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
This is the last call for alcohol, for the

(Mr Rocafella)
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to
And I am

Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def

This is the last call for alcohol, for the
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself

The all around the world, Digital Underground, Pac

It's funny how wasn't nobody interested
Rocafella's only niggaz that help
I use it as my gas so they say that I'm gassed
But I prefer the term African American Express
(Here's to The Roc)

But all they got left is this guy called West
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

And I am
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryin' to shine
Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
(Mr. Rocafella)

So get your ass up off the bar
(Here's to The Roc)
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more

Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room
And I am
Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye
I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame
So get your ass up off the bar
Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is
You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more

It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him