The Ghost of Dolemite

Fuck what they talking about let's make a move

Come fuck with a winner if you hate to lose

I be a player, never takeer I just let her choose

Drop your dude off the roof he ain't got the juice

A short leash around your neck you should cut him loose

Far from ordinary

I walk around with a big smile like obituaries

Able to switch styles I'm corporate ready

Can't help my limp 'cause the pocket's heavy

I'm getting money like it's no tomorrow

Fresh to death like it's protocol

No I'll never match what you're smoking on

Every line's a bar you can quote it all

Clear weather boots for the rainy days

I take the high method word to Johnny Blaze

Head fucked up so I'm catching fades

Talking with my hands this the game charades

(Them **** don't want to see me)

I show up to your party like I'm Nas in Belly

Sold a soul in the background now I'm by the belly

Don't think 'cause I'm kicking it the arms ain't ready

On the phone price matching for expensive panties

Drop commas for the picture that's without the frame

I rose from the mud that's without complaining

After the bag I give it and go

Court vision got them arguing coach

Crenshaw get your artery pulled

Watch him try and be captain but go down with the boat

Shit is fucked up

Man

I'm tired of telling you little **** that

I really got this shit

For real

At first it was all a game

But now shit is serious