Barry Bonds

This what ya all been waiting for aint it?

What people pay paper for damn it

They cant stand it, they want something new

So let's get re-acquainted

Became the hood favorite

I cant even explain it

I surprise myself too

Life of a Don, lights keep glowin'

Comin in the club wit that fresh shit on, with somethin crazy on my arm

Uh uh Um... and here's another hit, Barry Bonds!

We outta here baby!

We outta here baby!

We outta here baby!

Dude!

Fresh off the plane, Konitchiwa bitches

Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot

As for it, I did it. That asswhole done did it

Talked it then he lived it, spitted then he shitted

I dont need write-ters, I might bounce ideas,

But only I could come up with some shit like this

I done played the underdog my whole career

Ive been a very good sport, havent I, this year

They said he going 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 gonna say I aint no low-head?

Cuz my Dior got me more my dough-head

I'm insulted

You should go head

And bow so hard till your knees hit your forehead

And the flow just hit code red

Top 5 MCs you aint gotta remind me

Top 5 MCs you gotta rewind me

I'm high up on the line, you can 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, with somethin crazy on my arm

Uh uh Um... and here's another hit, Barry Bonds!

Yeah, Yeah, We outta here baby!

Wha, Wha, We outta here baby!

And Mr. West is so outta here baby

And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby

Yeah! I'm so bright not shady

My tee and my ice so white like Shady

Ice in my teeth so re-friger-rated

I'm so fuckin Good, like I'm sleepin wit Meagan

I'm all about my "Franklins", "Lincolns", and "Reagans"

Whenever they make them, I shall hay-ve them

Oops I meant have them, Im so crazy

But if you play crazy you'll be sleepin wit daisies

I'm such a hay-vic, oops I meant havit

And my drink's still pinker than the Easter Rabbit

And I'm still cold (Cole) like Keisha's family

Stove on my waist turn beef to patties

And i ate it, cuz I'm so at it (no homo)

I dont front and I dont go backwards

And I dont practice

and I dont lack shit

And you can get Barry

To suck my bat bitch!

We outta here baby!

We outta here baby!

We outta here baby!

Swear I got a hundred (100 million) and comin 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 uh um, and here's another hit, Barry Bo-n-d-s!