The Blue - The Clean

Roc-A-Fella records

The imperial Skateboard P

Grey Hova

Ya’ll already know what it is

Yeah

So what if you flip a couple words

I could triple at that in birds

Open your mind you see the circus in the sky

I’m Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies

No matter how you slice it

I’m your mother fucking guy

And just like a B-boy with 360 waves

Do the same with the pot

Still come back beige

Whether right or south paw

Whether pot or a jar

Whip it around

It still comes back hard

So easily do a W-H-I-P

My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business

I got creole C-O bitches, for my niggas who slipped

Became prisoners

Treat’s taped to the visitors

You already know what the business is

Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit

Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back

That’s okay with me, that’s where they made me at

Except I don’t write on the wall

I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall

Nah, I don’t spin on my head, I spin work in the pots

So I can spend my bread

And I’m getting it I’m getting it

I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it

I’m getting it, straight getting it

Get get get get get get get it boy

(Don't your waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice,

and you’ll understand)

Get it boy

This '87 state of mind that I’m in

In my prime, so for that time, I’m Rakim

If it wasn’t for the crime that I was in

But I wouldn’t be the guy who’s rhymes it is that i’m in

No pay no profit

P, I’ll repeat it to show you where the pot is

Cherry M3s with the top back

Red and green Gs all on my hat

North beach leathers

Matching Gucci sweater

Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together

Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain

Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game?

Blame Reagan for making me into a monster

Blame Oliver north and Iran-Contra

I ran contraband that they sponsored

Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert

And I’m getting it I’m getting it

I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it

I’m getting it, straight getting it

Get get get get get get get it boy

(Don't your waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice,

and you’ll understand)

Get it boy

Push, money over broads you got it

Fuck Bush

Chef, guess what I cooked?

Baked a lot of bread

And kept it off the books

Rock stars

Look

Way before the bars my picture was getting took

Feds, they like wack rappers

Try as they may they couldn’t get me on the hook

D.A.

wanna indict me

Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces

The Pyrex pot roll up my sleeves

Turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end

Imma stand as a man never dying on my knees

Last of a dying breed

So let the champagne pop

I partied for a while now I’m back to the block

And I’m getting it I’m getting it

I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it

I’m getting it, straight getting it

Get get get get get get get it boy

(Don't waste your time, fighting the law, state your voice, and you’ll

understand)

Get it boy