Testo Numero Uno

Yeah
Whoop, whoop
Yeah, yea
Whoop, whoop
Yeah
Whoop, whoop
Yeah, yea
Peng on that ting, she bad
I sell a dream to a hoe, that's cash
Your little spit won't hit, that's trash
Your little belts won't fit, I'm mad
Who been the man or the force in here
Hail to them trees just to get things clear
4 like 4 with them dons like wow
They can't dance with the pack, John Snow fuck 'em
Scottie Pippen, more like new editions
I got bebe dripping, young el papichulo
This jumping rope, this is fuck the world
This is cinco mob, more like pluto
I'm the one in charge, Capo be the plug
Champion in the ring, numero uno
Usher let it burn, fucking what you heard Well connected, nigga boss like Hugo (Oh ooohh!)

Man down
I guess he fucked 'em up
We need an emergency
Man down
I guess he hurt the streets
We gotta contemplate
Man down
I guess he fucked 'em up
We gonna learn today
Man down
Another drop down
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down

How long it's been since you heard me
If I confirm you gon' link with T
You talk high, you ain't tall as D
Still keep the same tandem with me
Selfmade steez, gonna cop new freeze
Heading mother land, AC, repeat
You've made a rack, that's cool, that's sweet
Imma let it rain, that's stacks, that's g's
Nubian chick, wit' her nubian hips
And her nubian lips, me love, that's bae
Swoosh on the creps, that's check, ok
Gotta keep it live, that's boom, that's rave
King king pin, trust a nigga gon' slide
Trust a nigga on time, getting extra bag's
Tell him hit my line with the extra bless
Give 'em praying hands, nigga in I tap

Man down
I guess he fucked 'em up
We need an emergency
Man down
I guess he hurt the streets
We gotta contemplate
Man down
I guess he fucked 'em up
We gonna learn today
Man down
Another drop down
Drop down
Drop down
Drop down