Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hopsin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hopsin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hopsin
Producer
Gentry Studer
Mastering Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, let me take you to the tribe real quick
[Verse 2]
I'm from that small city called Panorama
Where the vatos roam and they blast they hammers
No have no sense, so I'm bad with manners
Who'd ever thought I'd be livin' life in the flashin' cameras?
Got bitches on my nuts like pubics (Ooh)
**** could never figure me out like Rubik's (Cubes)
I be bullyin' everybody like I'm Brutus (Who?)
So don't underestimate me, I do this, truest
I'm clam and ill, but still drop bombs, I kill
You know the deal with my Godly skills
You wanna jog the field in my shoes?
There's a lot to fill
It won't happen, you cannot be real
Man, there's so many rappers that wanna catch my fade
So many bitches that wanna snatch my brain
I'll probably end up the news, dead
Bullet in the head, mama in the street
Yellin', 'that's my baby!"
You want me to keep it to a minimum with the syllables?
I think you should get up off my genitals
Every **** identical when they spit a flow
This shit is critical, I'ma have to get rough
And get all my sentinels
**** what you be sippin' on?
I'm guessin' your pen is broke, is it difficult
For you to get better? You're so despicable
Because your shit is boo-boo, your bars are predictable
I do not bump it, it's hard to get into you
Please admit it, man, the voyage is radical
Mind is set to just destroy, I'm an animal
Killin' shit, man, I'm a poisonous antidote
I be on it, man, your boy's international, uh
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm mad with rhymes been doin' this since ninety-nine
I'm a mastermind homie, it's 2015, and all my **** gon' kill it
When they finish the job, the other half is mine
Fool, you ain't on that real shit
I live here, you on a field trip
I'm made of shit you ain't built with
You a bitch, your girl need a real dick
It's not doubt **** gon' feel this
You don't scare ****, not even a little bit
I'll serve you, you get the bill quick
Crown me, I'ma real prince
[Verse 4]
Give me that crown boy! (Gimme)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Come on)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Gimme)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Come on)
Give me that shit!
[Verse 5]
The rap game's mine, I revolve it round me
I think I have lost it, and my minds exhausted
I'm nauseous from the process
Of hoppin' on stage and tryin to dive in mosh pits
****, why you focused on diamonds?
These Cubic Zirconia's all up in my ear
Over jewelry, I don't get excited
My perception in life, is why the fuck am I here ****?
I've been this way since your ass has been suckin on titties
Since **** cocked back and start bustin' on fifty
Since J-Lo was mobbin' in public with Diddy
Since Biggie and Pac got shot up, it's a pity
That bullshit you're talkin', I'm not in the mood, bro
Continue yappin', you'll see Hopsin is brutal
Keep pushin' me, you gon' get dropped with some Judo
You fannin' out like you want cock in your culo
Uh, **** is only in it for money and bitches
I don't even think they wanna rap no more
But, they wanna be all over the television
Rockin' feminine shit, tryin to act homo
Old bi-ass **** cant bypass ****
I can't change even if I tried ass ****
Tight jeans on so they show your ass-ass ****
In the pool with the homie, tryin' to splash-ass ****
Fruity as Mike and Ike, you'll get diced to rice
When I arrive, I pull up like "Hi, surprise"
It might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high
Fuckin' with an ape, no Life of Pi
Tell me, what position would the game be in
Without me havin' the ability to rape the pen?
Pound syndrome, this is it, I'm weighin' in
I still hate y'all **** and I can't pretend
[Verse 6]
Fool, you ain't on that real shit
I live here, you on a field trip
I'm made of shit you ain't built with
You a bitch, your girl need a real dick
It's not doubt **** gon' feel this
You don't scare ****, not even a little bit
I'll serve you, you get the bill quick
Crown me, I'ma real prince
[Verse 7]
Give me that crown boy! (Gimme)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Come on)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Gimme)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Come on)
Give me that shit!
[Verse 8]
Give me that crown boy! (Gimme)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Come on)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Gimme)
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Give me that crown boy! (Come on)
Give me that shit, huh
[Verse 9]
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Give me that
Gimme
I said, "Give me that crown boy"
Gimme that
I said, "Give me that crown boy"
Gimme that
Gimme
I said, "Give me that crown boy"
Give me that crown boy
Gimme
I said, "Give me that shit!"
Written by: Hopsin