Barry Bonds - Kanye West, Lil Wayne

It’s what you all been waiting for, ain’t it?

What people pay paper for, damn it

They can’t stand it, they want something new

So let’s get reacquainted, became the hood favorite

I can’t even explain it, I surprise myself too

Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'

Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on

Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum

And here’s another hit, Barry Bonds

We outta here, baby!

We outta here, baby!

We outta here, baby!

Dude!

Fresh off the plane—Konnichiwa, bitches

Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot

Ask for it, I did it—that asshole done did it

Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it

I don’t need writērs, I might bounce ideas

But only I could come up with some shit like this

I done played the underdog my whole career

I’ve been a very good sport, haven’t I, this year?

They say, «He goin' crazy and we seen this before»

But I’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go

And I’m doing pretty hood in my pink polo

Nigga, please, how you gon' say I ain’t no Lo-head?

'Cause my Dior got me more model head?

I’m insulted, you should go 'head

And bow so hard 'til your knees hit your forehead

And the flow just hit code red

Top five MCs, you ain’t gotta remind me

Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me

I’m high up on the line, you could get behind me

But my head’s so big, you can’t sit behind me

Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'

Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on

Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum

And here’s another hit, Barry Bonds

Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby!

What?

What?

We outta here, baby!

Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby!

And me?

I’m Mr. Weezy Baby, yeah!

I’m so bright, not shady

My teeth and my ice so white like Shady

Ice in my teeth so refrigerated

I’m so fuckin' good like I’m sleepin' with Meagan (Ha!)

I’m all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans

Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them

Oops, I meant «have them"—I'm so crazy

But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies

I’m such a hayvoc—oops, I meant «havoc»

And my drink’s still pinker than the Easter rabbit

And I’m still col' like Keyshia’s family

Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!)

And I ate it 'cause I’m so avid (No homo)

And I don’t front and I don’t go backwards

And I don’t practice, and I don’t lack shit

And you can get buried—suck my bat, bitch (ha!)

We outta here, baby!

We outta here, baby!

We outta here, baby!

Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah!

Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'

Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on

Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum

And here’s another hit, Barry Bonds