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[Intro: Irene Reid Sample] You say, "What is it that you want?" You've got everything that a woman could ever need in life I got a closet full of minks, chinchillas I got a bureau full of diamonds I could change four times a day if I want to You're even trying to eat lobster and drink champagne Now you know that ain't your roots For you strictly a collard green and cornbread man Now you know if anybody know, I know But since you feel like that this evening Sit down and drink some champagne with me and let me rap to you [Verse 1: Thurzday] Now I feel it's time to show a side Of the other, yo, I ain't heard in a while Kill 'em line for line, I'm feeling good, it's hammertime Don't cry, baby, it's alright My new motto is "Fuck it" Life is a royal flush, I'm all in with no bluffin' Inhale from the weed smoke It's a race to the top, homie, Usain Bolt Little hand on the clock, time's ours You and I gain hoes by the hour Thurzday ignore these cowards Planted the seed in '99, now we grow like flowers Buck 50 and I'm holding my weight Six to seven meals and you still get ate They say, "Yo, you're too cool." Cool? I would melt your soul into a costume that I could wear to scare you [Verse 2: Y-O] It's like sounds to a blind man, light to the deaf The sense of touch to you, sign language to a mute A change in the foam cup, no matter how bring it It's all gon' make good sense to your sense, uh Sure you're hearing this verse I deposit to your brain Co-sign with good credit, they approve my name Hell's a, uh, hard minted nigga I loan you tuition at a low interest rate You gotta reach the finish line, stop Shawty Lo, and Hello, and runnin' in place, Dey Know That I'm sort of like a professor of oodles of O's So recognize all what the syllabus holds History, finance, chemistry Geometry, watch how your life shape up Just stand straight up like a right angle But keep those squares out your inner circle [Verse 3: Evidence] Pounds from London, exchange rate awesome My rent's half price, I'm going back often A dollar outta 15, a thousand outta 150 A hundred miles and runnin' on empty A beat like this might tempt me To say some wild shit, to feel like the world's against me We all self-destruct, spontaneous combust Or sometimes shit outta luck Another day, another way to line 'em all up My new slogan, "Sarah Palin, I'm dying to fuck" I'm at peace, still cry a long time and it's key Still rhymin' to the sound of the beat, still signin' those T's And sometimes under those T's And sometimes ladies under my briefs, I call it underachieve I'm fuckin' with you under my terms Please believe I'll be reaching my dreams I'm fuckin' with Skee