There He Is (Album Version|Explicit)

Yesssss ladies and gentlemen

Bobby Creekwater today's host

Today's narrator yeah

Today's what-the-f**k-ever you wanna call it

But I need y'all to sit back and listen

Listen man

An executive mindframe f**k tryin' to rap

Niggaz represent a corner I refined the map

Artesian water this is flow untapped

And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night;

That's if the payoff right

The dream team Bobby Creek Em

50 and them

We run the city like Diddy and them

The opposition we just pityin' them

It's no chance

Put you niggaz in the Special Olympics is no dance

I'm nice like a meal twice

Ni**a no grams

Get them b**ches out they pants

I did it with no hands

See one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut

Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up

Mr Night Life I can give you niggaz sun up

I just get an order

Let my niggaz pick the gun up

That's when I bone ya

Ni**a wake yo' punk a** up

This is ammonia f**k your face up

B**ches won't even telephone ya

I can space age pimpin'

A pocket full of stone ya

Ya dig Take the world over that's the gig

Sell enough units have Paul

And Jimmy dancin' the jig

Roll the Maserati through the city me and Riggs

Bumpin' Obie Trice shoot a bird at the pigs

Ever since a ni**a got rich

Life is still a b**ch but she a high class b**ch

I just wanna f**k with me a high class b**ch

Ni**a pitch that on some eyeglass sh*t

See I classic enough to get the mics back right

And I'm a fan of record sales

I don't like that hype

I'm here to end it

Oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he

Yea goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he

Yea see he a greedy baby

But some people tend

To call him the return of Shady

There he is - goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he

Yea oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he

Yea see he a greedy baby

But some people tend

To call him the return of Shady

Bobby Creek Bobby Creek

Yea yeah

Nice like Mike right you niggaz soft as night lights

Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin

To get the hype right

I'm throwed off so hard so soft sold out

Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out

I can't hold out hot like a fish fried

Who the f**k is this guy The ruler on the disc I

Hit you in your suit coolers I'm in the Coupe cooler

Than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters

A loose screw ban money

Like the legendary Roots crew

This is just the sh*t that I am used to

Oh nah I don't bust a chopper but I used to

Now I put the word out -

I'm sure you niggaz heard 'bout

Young boss sold money old school new paint

Ball knowin' you can't give a f**k what you think

Member of the mighty Shady Records ni**a you ain't

Think you f**kin' with me

Then double whatever you drink

You can't fathom what the b**ch throwin' at him

Couple niggaz hatin' on him

But the fans waitin' on him

Like a PlayStation 3 money for your advance

My vacation fee ain't no use in hatin' me ni**a

And don't sh*t-talk pimp I'd rather flush

Anyone with big enough nuts to come

And f**k with us

I bust but keep in mind pressure bust pipes

And you niggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

What the f**k (yeah)

Oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he

Yea goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he

Yea see he a greedy baby

But some people

Tend to call him the return of Shady

There he is - goddamn that ni**a clean ain't he

Yea oh Lord that ni**a mean ain't he

Yea see he a greedy baby

But some people tend to

Call him the return of Shady

Bobby Creek Bobby Creek