Duhh!

[Verse 1: Tabi Bonney] I saw a rapper that got robbed for his Now that's what I call off the chain My dream truck is the Range I grew up looking up to *Jaley Dane* Whose score off the drop my name So imagine what I get cause I'm the mane Fake killers got awful aim Internet thugs talkin' 'bout, "do you do AIM?" Tryna touch battle raps for change Talkin' 'bout what your numbers, bro, it ain't a game Dudes ask them girls what they drink While Tabi askin' girls what they think Tryna see what's up with they head And if it's all butter then maybe we can break bread Girlies be off they meds Like a shape up, they got a awesome edge [Scratched hook] I'm like the best DUHH! [Verse 2: Tabi Bonney] And I ain't the one to complain I ain't a sport's fanatic, but what's up with the game? The industry is so mundane Everybody is a kin to me now I got fame Tell me why they so fake Like bags hold down Georgetown off the lake Them Africans is coming up I should know. I'm one of them. Wale, what up? Gucci sneaks on my feet *Bunay round waist hurt label feet* Obviously I sleep around I'mma stay a swinger 'til my feet hit the ground [Hook] [Samples] We know you got soul, so you know you gotta lace it *We know you wear your hair but* hit em hard with the Basics We told them fluke dudes to get off that gay shit Get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, back Get off, my, my, my, my my back [Outro: Tabi Bonney] I'd like to give a shout out to, uh, Biz Markie, Salt-N-Pepa, MC Lite, Run DMC, Eric B. & Rakim, EPMD, Special Ed, Big Daddy Kane. My homeboy Hazique Ali, Rocker T 6, Grizlee, Veggie Black, Luda, Mac, Mike Moves Swing, Eric B DUHH!