Wouldn't Get Far (feat. Kanye West)

I done been around the world, been around the block

Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac

Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top

She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc

Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock

Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx

Hype said, it's a wrap, she still on the set

Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez

She was Eye Candy in the XXL

Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell

I knew she,  'cause five hundred dollars

Cab't get you that, how you get that?

And all these new video bitches tryin' to be Melyssa Ford

But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord

She a video vixen, but behind closed doors

She'd do whatever it takes to get to the Grammy Awards

Fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies

If you kept your legs closed

It would be just a waste of time (But you know)

Fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, I wrote this song for you

For you and you, for all y'all

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes

Did I have under my belt like boxers?

Not to brag, but, if it add up

One, two, ****, that's mad nuts

Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these

Bitches, knowin' damn well they gon' call me?

The only dream of that ghetto prom queen

Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen

Maybe get chose by a **** from my team

Head so good, he don't ask for a prenup

Now ask yourself this question, uh

Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O?

Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo?

Would you ride with Ne-Yo if he was in a Geo?

Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me for?

But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo

Fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, put your hands up, baby

If you kept your mouth closed

It would be just a waste of time (But you know)

Fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, I wrote this song for you

For you and you, for all y'all

I done had my share of bitches with long hair

Short do like Kelis or Halle in Boomerang

Yeah, I been around the block in the Bentley drop top

In Miami Beach when Lil Kim was fuckin' with Scott

I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case

She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes

And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay

But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day

The things **** do when pussy sittin' on they face

Stabbed un in the stomach

She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit

Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo'

Impala, forget the double D's

I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch, Toccara

And she ain't win the show, but she ridin' in the Gallardo

That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow

Fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies

You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed

It would be just a waste of time (But you know)

Fuckin' them rap stars

You know who you are, I wrote this song for you

For you and you, for all y'all

Goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm sittin' back, watchin' Kanye video

And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video

Then I flip the muhfuckin' channel

Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video

And I see the same bitch that was in my video

You know what I'm sayin'?

And then, you know what I'm saying, to make that even more fucked up

I'm watching Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina

I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin' away on the hood of a Camry

That was in the ****, Lil Weezy's, video

I mean damn, everywhere I look

Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes

Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah