Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Did you realize That you're a champion? In their eyes!!



I gotta testify


I'm up in the spot lookin extra fly'

Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Gotta testify

I'm up in the spot lookin extra fly'

Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky


Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc

Before Cam got the shit to pop

The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team

I couldn't work the locks/The LOXNow let's go, take 'em back to the plan

Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van

Any pessimists I ain't talk to them

Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment...

Let's take 'em back to the club

Least about an hour I stand on line

I just wanted to dance, I went to Jaboc an hour

after I got my advance, I just wanted to shine

Jay favorite line, dawg in due time

Now he look at me like damn dawg, you what I am

A hip-hop legend, I think I died

in an accident, cause this must be heaven


Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh

(Top of the world baby)

(Top top of the world)

A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh (Top of the world baby)

(On top of the world)

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock

Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop

I'd do anything to say I got it

Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket

Before anybody wanted K-West beats

Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC

Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns

Like "Man - these niggaz that much better than me?"

Baby, I'm goin on an airplane

And I don't know if I'll be back again

Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets

But when she came to kick it, things became different

Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on

Culdn't keep it home, thought I needed a Nia Long

I'm tryin to right my wrongs

But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now


I gotta testify

Come up in the spot lookin extra fly'

Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify

Come up in the spot lookin extra fly'

Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky


Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third

Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd

Here like air 'til I'm beer on the curb

Peachfuzz buzz but bid on the verge

Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup

Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth

But, before you say another word

I'm back on the block like I'm layin on the street

I'm tryin to stop lion/lyin like I'm Mum-Ra

But I'm not lyin when I'm layin on the beat

En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the under

But I still feel posessed as a gun chargeto come/cum as correct as a porn star

And a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car

Self, I represent the first

Now let me end my verse right where the horns are


We take it home baby

Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

I'm, I'm sky

I'm sky high

Sky, uh, sky high

I'm, I'm sky high

Yeah, keep it rollin, yeah

Feels good to be home baby, feels good to be home


1 comment:

Unknown said...

jájá viltu ekki monta þig aðeins meira??

hehe djók!! luv frá mér;) Elín