Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah, man) Bobby Creekwater, today's host Today's narrator, yeah (We do this shit every year around this time) Today's what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it But I need y'all to sit back, and listen Listen, man (fuck what you write man, just go get 'em)

An executive mindframe, fuck tryin' to rap Niggas represent a corner, I refined the map Artesian water, this is flow untapped And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right The Dream Team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them We run the city like Diddy and them The opposition we just pityin' them, it's no chance Put you niggas in the Special Olympics, it's no dance I'm nice like a meal twice, nigga, no grands Get them bitches out they pants—I did it with no hands See, one thing's for sure, I'm pure uncut Pimpin', you can either stay down or get gunned up Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggas sun up I just get an order, let my niggas pick the gun up That's one up on ya, nigga, wake yo' punk ass up This is ammonia, fuck your face up Bitches won't even telephone ya I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya Ya dig? Take the world over, that's the gig Sell enough units, have Paul and Jimmy dancin' the jig Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs Bumpin' Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs Ever since a nigga got rich Life is still a bitch but she a high-class bitch I just wanna fuck with me a high-class bitch Nigga, pitch that on some eyeglass shit See I classic, enough to get the mics back right And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype I'm here to end it

Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he? Yeah Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he? Yeah See, he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady There he is - goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he? Yeah Yea, oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he? Yeah See, he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek...

Yeah, yeah Nice like Mike right, you niggas soft as night lights Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin' to get the hype right I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out I can't hold out, hot like a fish fry Who the fuck is this guy? The ruler on the disc I Hit you in your soup coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler Than pigskin men, base runners, and hoop shooters A loose screw, band money like The Legendary Roots Crew This is just the shit that I am used to Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to Now I put the word out - I'm sure you niggas heard about Young boss, old money, old school new paint Ball knowin' you can't, give a fuck what you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga, you ain't Think you fuckin' with me then double whatever you drink You can't fathom what the bitches throwin' at him Couple niggas hatin' on him but the fans waitin' on him Like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin' me, nigga And don't shit-talk pimp, I'd rather flush Anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes And you niggas wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight What the fuck? (yeah)

Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he? Yeah Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he? Yeah See, he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady There he is - goddamn, that nigga clean, ain't he? Yeah Yea, oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain't he? Yeah See, he a greedy baby But some people tend to call him the return of Shady Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek...