JZ75 Lyrics

Hey, look at me I'm an emcee (Bling bling!)
I make enough money to be in Forbes magazine
but I still keep it mean, baby,
See? Rap about two things: guns and heat,
and semiautomatics I'm dramatically emphatic
'bout my d*** size and thick thighs.
I'm an addict, Champagne,
pop corks in the bubble bath
and you spiritual cats are so whack
you make me laugh like
Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha
ha-ha hey wooo...
Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha
ha-ha hey wooo...

Hi, here is the eminent hip-hop:
Take an Impala and bubblegum pop,
add a little Cristal to the compound,
doo rag, Timbaland boots and you got it down.
You're underground, make a note
That to sound dope you don't need that ice on a rope
Black loafers, fur coat, matching wristbands, all the hands tickle with the color of the ?????
Tally ho, front like a rockstar,
Push cars like a Benz or a Jaguar,
By far, the best dressed on the scene,
an MC on the cover of Seventeen
Once real, but now you got a pop feel
Eating veal at five forced meals
No longer reel to reel and all you gotta do is sell out,
Wow, what a great deal