Yessir

(Pity the child... pity the child) Now, why should I play around? Lay it down like most of y'all and lay around? I'd rather gather hollow heads and lay ya' down But I'm a little too old to play around You still bangin' Dr. Dre and Dogg Pound Snoop is still the hottest motherfucker out Yessir! We still around Yessir! We still world renowned I caught silence, I silence sound I'm under the radar, stuff silent sound I'm here, my dude, I am born again We saber-toothed tigers, y'all Cornish hens Y'all cornball ballas, we presidents With presidential-acquired hidden residents Yessir! We residents And controllers of secret soldiers and regiments Yessir! We ball out Yessir! Till we fall out We get high (get high), we don't have to try We don't have to look and we don't have to buy We don't have to make ends meet to get by We don't have to try, I am that guy Yessir! I am that guy Yessir! I am that fly I can't help it and I can't stop And I won't stop and I don't stop I'm a take the top and put it where the bottom drop Then I'm a reverse it and make the bottom hit top See this is what they all call the top spot Then I'm a show the top where the bottom stop I am everything that is anything I can't sing a note so I let the semi sing Send 'em out on a mission, see what the semi bring Back home to your selected and newly-elected king Now that's gangsta [x5] See that's gangsta Now that's gangsta (Keepin it gangsta with'chall) Now that's gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta [x11] (gangsta) Yessir! I am that guy Yessir! I am that high Rollercoaster, this whole movement's over Givin' ya west coasters, the cold shoulder I am ready, yes, I am here I am back, Jack, the spinner of the year Let's get one thing here real crystal clear We reappear, their hopes disappear Evaporate, dissipate, your folks disappear And if you were smart you wouldn't be here Now that's what I call a double whammy I don't need the white folks, I get ghetto Grammys Yessir! I get ghetto Grammys Yessir! My women's eye candy I can't help it and I can't stop And I won't stop, that's why I don't stop I'm similar to Biggie, similar to Pac Similar to Snoop, similar to Doc Similar because they all taught me something, ock Firsthand, like cock and pop before a nigga talk I'm airborne, you're grounded Like you hid your report card and your mama found it Yessir! I found it My drrr-ream to go far as God allows me The sky's the limit It's in my arm's reach, So I'm a reach as far as my arms reach Gangsta [x15] (Now that's... gangsta) (Keepin' it... gangsta with'chall)