Smart Ass Black Boy

[Fat Tony] Ah, yeah, nigga, it's that Smart Ass Black Boy shit, nigga That Fat Tony, Tom Cruz shit, nigga Jason Scott Henderson in this bitch, nigga BETTER YET ANAVY, biiiiiitch Paul! (Paul!) All my girls wearing thongs, put your hands up And if ya came with ya nigga, shut your man up If you a stupid ass dude, put your hand down And get the fuck out the crowd like right now Ladies, let's have a pow-wow I'm a prince but I ain't Bow Wow (fuck 'em) She heard my style and she said, "holy cow, wow" "RABDARGAB ain't half bad, this nigga's wild" Dropped Double Dragon now these bitches see we double swaggin' I'm getting chose, pulling hoes like a old wagon It's simple mathematics, I added magic, managed madness Packaged an imaginative classic, I've had it With living average, now my status Is comparable to the honorable uncles and fathers before us who kept order My guarantee is pythagorean Square the last two shows, add 'em together and that equals this evening plus the per diem I'm bustin' em like Buster Keaton, frequently after I meet 'em I got a meeting tomorrow morning with the label They said they're able to see that I'm the truth and not a fable Got a call from my girl, says she's pre-natal I hope I'm able to run a stable to feed my little angel I've had my share of the good and bad But, you know what? I'm glad (why?) That I grew up a smart ass black boy Look at that boy with the throwed Denim jacket on with a song to record I never studied rhyme, it's always just been my mode And time after time, I just speak it from my mind I'm… sorry, I'm just feeling this wine And if you're feeling the spirit, fill up a cup and get with it Because it is what it is, and it was what it was And if you just do what you do then life just does what it does, what!