Numero Uno

[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi] I'm rope-a-dopin' 'em Low-key coke, dope, and opium Quoting Kofi's son, hope they ain't dopin' him Smell of coke and rum Tell a joke, and run Smoking coke is fun for coping son I'm both dope and dumb Hope honey open some Don't come when I'm supposed to come Rappers ain't supposed to front Most is just a joke, I'm one year from an oceanfront Her cheeks swollen, my dick swollen up Tongue on a coconut She choking just hoping to provoke a nut I got her open, hoping for motion in the ocean When I lotion, love potion notions in her throat and tongue 30-year-old rappers, I'm Logan's Run Open up your throat and come So your lungs know how a flow is done Dope, sick Ethiopian spitting, can't hold my phlegm Brown Paul Robeson Vicodin my vitamin, invite him in I can smell fallopian Why you over there, ma? Get over here like Scorpion Okey dokey, then Hokey pokey with your dopey friend Holy holly hobby probably probably grand opening Grand closing 'em Hoes frozen, Charlie Hustle, Pete Rose and them I Slam, Demar Deroz' and them It's 4 PM, I'm going door-to-door trynna score me some Diet high in sodium Screaming off the podium I guess no one told 'em, son I'm not the only one controlling 'em Strolling 'em, holding 'em, who he stole it from? I'm down in the doldrums, son Grew up (?) I was golden once Top face on the totem, punks Took me long time to roll him, short time to smoke him Shout out my home squirrel Ruth Frank Hulk 'em Flow mostly East Coast boasting Marques Colston Burning ghost (?) and drafted from the most of 'em Texas hold 'em You folding, son, guess you owe me some I'm taking over like the Romans done I am Roman numeral one, numero uno Rumor in any room, I'm number one in the room, yo Yes me, that's that numero uno