Hideo Nomo (feat. Julian Love)

Yeah

Bach

Shut the fuck up

Go 'head

Do bad thing in staircase, Malik Yoba give chase

Surgery to look extra Roman in the face

Should be in a toga

You know that bald eagles fly solo

Back in the day, rock Hideo Nomos

Friday night, baklava at the seaport

Please Lord, don't put your fucking hand near the cheese board

Driving with my knee in the Porsche

Weaving the law

Shit, my face tingle from the C4

Finish quick, she spit my seeds on the floor

A tree grew

Then she continued seasoning the seafood

I got more karate moves than Steven Seagal

Yeah, baby, you know how we do

Yeah, baby, you know how we do

You know how we do

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I let the thing pop with the ring pop on my finger

'69 Stinger

Me and you are not friends, David Schwimmer

Leave you laying in a lazy river

I just copped me the Mercedes liver

They say baklava starting to resemble Ronnie Coleman

Shit could pop at any moment

Hilfiger rugby on, hopping out the Lotus

Bitch, it's time to rock 'n' rolla

Rock' n' rolla, rock 'n' rolla

You need a fuckin' doctor to operate on your shoulder

After I put a submission lock on your shoulder

Baklava Akebono

Playstation 1, just only one controller

I turn this shit into real life Tekken 3

Make me feel like I'm seventeen

Consecutively land seven knees

I swam all seven seas

Still make the chicken with the 4C

Used to live in 4J

Tucked in a wave, catching shade on the shore break

My horoscope said to get more cake

That's it, bitch, more cake