Yeah, Ryu and Tak
Better dust off that L.A. hat, shit is dirty
We're takin' L.A. back, S.O.B, Demigodz, Scoop DeVille
You know how we do: we don't
Let's go!
(Here we go) Here we go, same shit, different hoes
Stay sick, aim, click, bang, you don't hear me tho'
(Here we go) Change clothes, watch how the chain glow
Rocks that'll mock every color in the rainbow
(Here we go) Range Rov', dippin' to the stage show
Trippin' over bitches, sippin' Guinness by the caseload
(Here we go) Tits like she's smugglin' mangos
Thick ass trick with trunk like a Dodge Durango, oh
We got it sewed up, the block, leave it tore up
You know us, we corrupt, but so what? Fuck it
I'm Tiger Chan, think I give a damn? Nah, you buggin'
For 20 grand, get your man touched, stuck in the oven
I'm runnin' this rap shit ragged, you faggots are finished
The baddest-ass rappers around, deceased or livin'
I keep pimpin', keep spittin' 'til they learn to like me
If not, man, I could care less, this world can bite me, so
(Here we go) Here we go, take it to the radio
Slip a couple dollars in they pockets so they play it, though
(Here we go) Yeah, yeah, my man it's comin'
So stop playin', please try to understand it's nothin' (you know it's nothin')
(Here we go) Really though, let me see them palms up
Buggin' like you on stuff, Styles Of Beyond, what?
(Here we go) I think that's what I'm callin' this song
So look alive, when you hear the hook, follow along, c'mon
I'm really sittin' pretty on this escalator ridin' up
'Til I burn the city, what a pity for the firetrucks
Fellas seem to think we up and vanished in the mist, nope
Now we back, S.O.S., Panic! At The Disco, yeah
Open up the curtain, now I'm in the scene
Fly, baby, and I don't need no Red Bull to give me wings
Ever since I had the dream floatin' above me
I've been followin' my success as a token of study, so now
(Here we go) Killer rap, locks in the fitted cap
Pillin' you chinchillas, no one's iller, split 'em with an axe
(Here we go) Aight then, can I get some light? Damn
Put your hands together for the Fort Minor hypeman (no money)
On the road, sippin' Jack before the show
Never know which way these little tricky dice are gonna roll
(Here we go) Here we go, get it while you can, bruh
Grand finale, out the Valley, smilin' for the camera
I'm reppin' the Demiz, these checks are as heavy as trucks with HEMIs
You punks better pitch in your pennies
I'm fixin' to kill it, so picture the illest and here we go
Take my face, copy and paste and superimpose
I'm faded 'em quickly mang, 'cause when the .50 flames
I make a G spin around quicker than 50's chain
You diss me, bang! You bitches get a crispy brain
You better act like you know my name (you know what I'm sayin'?)
(Here we go) Here we go, take it to the radio
Slip a couple dollars in they pockets so they play it, though
(Here we go) Yeah, yeah, my man it's comin'
So stop playin', please try to understand it's nothin' (you know it's nothin')
(Here we go) Really though, let me see them palms up
Buggin' like you on stuff, Styles Of Beyond, what?
(Here we go) I think that's what I'm callin' this song
So look alive, when you hear the hook, follow along, c'mon
(Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, ooh)
(Here we go)
(Here we go)
(Ooh, here we go)
(Here we go)