Barry Bonds (feat. Lil Wayne)

It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it

What people pay paper for, damn it

They can't stand it

They want somethin' new

So let's get re-acquainted

Became the hood favorite, I can't even explain it

I surprise myself too

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing

Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds

We outta here, baby

We outta here, baby

We outta here, baby

Dude, fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa, bitches

Turn around, another plane, my passport on pivot

Ask for it, I did it

That ass ho done did it

Talked it, then he lived it

Spit it, then he shit it

I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas

But only I can come up with some shit like this

I done played the underdog my whole career

I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year

They say he goin' crazy, and we seen this before

But I'm doin' pretty good as far as geniuses go

And I'm doin' pretty hood in my pink polo

**** please, how you gon' say I ain't no lo-head?

'Cause my Dior got me more model head

I'm insulted, you should go 'head

And bow so hard, till your knees hit yo' fo'head

And the flow just hit code red

Top five emcees, you ain't gotta remind me

Top five emcees, you gotta rewind me

I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me

But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing

Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds

Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby

Wha, wha, we outta here, baby

Hey Mr. West, we so outta here, baby

And me, I'm Mr. Weezy, baby

I'm so bright, not shady

My teeth and my ice so white like Shady

Ice in my teeth, so refrigerated

I'm so fuckin' good, like I'm sleeping with Meagan

I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans

Whenever they make them, I shall hate them

Oops, I meant have them

I'm so crazy

But if you play crazy, you be sleepin' with the daisies

I'm such a hay-vic, oops, I mean't havoc

And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit

And I'm still Cole, like Keyshia's family

Stove on my waist, turn beef to patties

And I ate it, 'cause I'm so avid

And I don't front and I don't go backwards

And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit

And you can get buried, suck my bat, bitch

We outta here, baby

We outta here, baby

We outta here, baby

Swag at a hunnid and climbin', baby

Yeah, life of a don, lights keep glowin'

Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds