Red Alert

(Verse1) Gin in my cup, so I ain't so sober Girl on my dick, call me Cassanova Ribs are broken, My name is Oprah My girl talk too but she deal in chocha.' Got the gold top like I'm one of the Brady's Birthday shit on the side, get that quick Mercedes 'Scuse me ladies! I know you wanna shoot me Like my name's Jay Brady, but the cameras pay me I wanna eat good Iike Rachel Ray Pop tags on shoes on the 8th of May My voice too high 'sposed to hold me back They say the same fucking thing cause I'm young and black Opposites attract So not far from me is white dude with low voice and no money Who gives a fuck if my voice sound funny Fuck friends, I got me a bi-buddy I'm true life Iike I'm MTV Hollywood like a six time three I been goin' so crisp, get dressed in a fly ass t-shirt Nike so tight they make your fuckin' feet hurt Jealous ass niggas when they see you rollin' Same motherfucker on Ceezie’s scrotum My sneeks so bright, and my girls so thick Money so big call me Ceezie's dick (Hook) Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert) It's a (red alert), it's a Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert) It's a (red alert), it's a (Verse 2) I shine so bright they should call me sunlight Call me punk rock cause my jeans is too tight Diesel boo boo, Michael jacket Got one e'ry week. It's a nasty habit Day eights and up, that my standard Show 'em who's boss like Tony Danza Take it across state get the nasty plate With my bootleg sex, why masturbate It's the dude from the hood that you love to hate Cause I got new shoes and I love to skate Me and Lupe got it kick push To show these pussy ass niggas why we fuck they bush I used to have to sweep floors just to make the ends meet The ends meetin' like a motherfucker. Ain't that sweet? Why I'm deep with the kids like Phish on myspace Now I'm on your fish scales like I hang with Ghostface They say black don't crack, except for Whitney My shit don't crack, I fall off like Britney To put it simply, I lose my balance Cause I got a pink drink and it makes me tipsy Live the high life, make the full price You want my advice to get the five mics You wanna put them fake ass guns away Nah, I'm just kiddin' nigga, you ain't got a chance anyway (Hook) x 2