eLDee e, e, e, e, e. I got some of
the best Nigerian MCs with
me. Iceberg Slim, Ruckus, Proto.
It's Trybe Records baby.
I got my stunnaz shades on. Prada
on my back. Lious on
my feet. Gushi on my wrist. I'm
a big boy. And you know me
cos I'm a big boy. Tóri mo jóko
sinu Bentley, Porshe ati
Hummer. Lau-lau spending, pounds
ati dollar. I'm a big
boy. They keep on hating on the
big boy.
So I pull up to the club with the
doors in the air. Diamonds
on my back, a couple in my ear.
I'm looking outside, I see
broads everywhere. Got my pants
sagging low. Peep the
draws that I wear. They all wanna
stare. Like they all want
a pair. So I do a little dance.
Grab my balls like, "it's
here". You see the cloth in my
gear. This is AG Al'Paru.
That's all that I wear. Gotta
keep my swag on. I always keep
the tags on. It's Iceberg Slim.
I spit fire like a tragon.
Oops, I mean dragon. Stunting
in the Phantom. Will only
be economy if you caught me in
a Magnum. If I go bragging,
they like "He's whiling". Girls
like me cos I'm a G like
a thousand. Rubberband man.
If I'm tryna get at her, I don't
make it rain, I just throw a stack
at her.
Now put your money up. This is
the ground where a star
touch. The flow is expresso.
Yes I make it star butt. It's
all right that you rats know I
wont ball. And I got the French
Open, kinda like Nadal. Get served
like Federer. Prolly
chase Killeny, Suko Ann, etcetera.
G4 jet lag. Bag full
of swag and a brand new jag with
the Naija lag. Better get
a better look at the chatter.
Flow so cold, did they catch
me sweeting. Drop top shows…
They cloudy now, I can change
the whether. I can make it rain.
She say Ruckus, you so bane.
All sweat-shirts. It's green
white green. You so smart,
lemme see that "brain, brain,
brain". I hate skirt. I make
the kitty kat pew. Make she wild,
like sing your lord. I
came from the ghetto where the
breaths aint better. With
the light still flicker. With
the water still splinter.
People still made that I spit
like a dragon. Ya'll go watch
me get my swag on.
Huh. Yeah. I'm a big boy, I shoulda
been with OutKast.
And my pocket hommie, never stay
without cash. Gotta stay
speakin Spain. G5 picking lane.
It's rush hour, I'm a boss
like Ricky Tan. Fresh to death
but my outfit is live. And
just like the Indian, I'm down
with the Trybe. I hit the
bank and show some grin. I must
deposit. If the devil wears
Prada, then it's demons in my
pocket. A show bow. I grind.
We sweep the lane, relaxing.
March the ties to my flow.
I'm the man who trash it. Never
sleeping. See this Gushi
shoes came with Trash It. Take
a photo. I'm the best. Put
this in your caption. I got the
fire that the water hoses
cant extinguish. I know they
mad cos they broken in some
pidgin English. See how it is
boy. We tryna live boy. Like
eLDee, I'm a don and we some big
boy.
