[Kanye West - Verse 1] I got a dirty mind I got filthy ways I'm tryna bathe my eyy in your milky way I'm a legend I'm irreverent I'll be reverend I'll
see heaven I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on I'm the portrait of a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard
My ass give him chills, like a slut in high hills My body is a meal, like fries in the ville Now playa look at here, ain't nothin goin in my rear My night
my day up No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up If you got coke way up, got doe then pay up Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up 'Cause
it, but I gotta go off You talked a lot of shit and can't back it up Say you make a lot of money and can't stack enough Spend it on the strippers and
a rush Keeping your face in a state of disgust Hating but still trying to be like us Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma Then head to
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser And a Too $
use those knives You got a bullet, well just pull it And if you trip, get pistol-whipped By a psychomaniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster, now
It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money Ain't got
see you shake that ass on the pole [Too $hort] You like a Chinese acrobat But can you do a backflip in my Cadillac? Jump out on the corner like you on
top [A-come on!] Jay got the ride with the bowling-ball bang, 2500 dollars a rock! [Aw, lookin' good now!] On the set it be Benz's, Beamers, A whole
that shit 'round here doc" They 'bout four cars deep, sittin' in the Croger parkin' lot But we know when they comin' 'cuz money bark a lot A fifth of
right down and it lands on the ground And out comes the man from mars And you try to run but he's got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on lock down Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle And they got me on
and I'm back I speed rightand my looseleaf's my launchpad And I can pull any string Don't have to prove anything, catch a contract on your head You headed
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come to my hometown My hometown My hometown My