Street Hop 2010

[Royce Da 5'9":]

{C'mon! } I smoke good like a Rasta mon

All around me I'm on point like a octogon

I'm the optimum

I'm a be eatin until my belly stick out as far as the Octo-mom's

I'm an abomination

I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honorin confrontation

With a dime doin dominatrix on her

Disrespect me I'll wet you like condensation

Water (water) I'm a mixture

Between Chris Brown and Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?

... I'm more than y'all can handle

At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium

To say "No thank you" like, Marlon Brando

The Oscars, "The Godfather"

Our father, you should praise me

I got some syphilis nunchucks wearin a AIDS key

That mean I'm sick when I kick SHIT!

Come to my concert get some SARS on the tip of your TIC-KET!

Hehe... I'm super cold

I don't spit, I shit, on your whole team

These niggaz think I'm from Cleveland

It's somethin the way I be, droppin the Browns off at the Superbowl

Game time, nigga let's hit the sto'

And if I gave a FUCK, this is where the hook would go

This is Street Hop, no rules

The rest of y'all niggaz watered down like old dudes

I'm willin to do what you won't do, I'm old school

I'm a mac, I punch rappers cause I'm "Pro-Tools"

I hit your Pause button, I cease frontin

You don't start nothin, it still might be somethin

You don't want nothin, you might have somethin

If I go over your head it's cause your ass duckin

FUCK the underground

I rhyme for them fly motherfuckers that's up, that ain't tryin to dumb it down

FUCK radio, FUCK video

I live by the Bust' "Scenario", what the dealio?

You could stop listenin, right now

I'm pussy eatin with bitches, I put the dyke down

Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhymin, you Ramadan-in

Simon says that in my prime I'm here

Everywhere I go it's a crime there

While you on-lookin at me in the lawn chair

Cocaine (cocaine) propane (propane)

I'm a livin degenerate of the dope game

Relate to it - though you thought you probably couldn't

Put a face to the opposite of how the FAKE do it

I'm hip-hop's savior, the old faithful

Sick shit, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid

This is Street Hop (Street Hop)