"Mark McGwire" lyrics
Yeah, I guess I feel like Lance Armstrong
You know, I win the race, hell yeah
We call it the Tour of the Streets (Dramatic, nigga!)
But it's like I'm cheating
'Cause my shit is on steroids
And they shit ain't
You niggas keep peddling, though
Mr. Thanksgiving
I took those VVSs and slapped 'em right on my chest (Yeah)
After I smash her (What happen?), I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley, and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids (Turn up!), we serving Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Yeah)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
I think I'm Big Meech, all my niggas sell drugs
'Cause I'm a rich nigga, she wanna give me a hug
But she a freak ho, and I won't show her no love
My shit's on Mobb Deep, like I'm from NYC
A thousand for some glasses, I see my city in 3D
I'm popping bottles, nigga, like it's the 4th of July
I think I'm Bill Gates, I'm taking over the Net
We shooting choppers, nigga, we ain't fuck with them tecs
I think I'm Young Jeezy, 'cause I motivate thugs, yeah
I think I'm Lil' Boosie, I'm 'bout to start sending hits
And Future Castellano, I'm on that mafia shit
I took those VVSs and slapped 'em right on my chest (Yeah)
After I smash her (What happen?), I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley, and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids (Turn up!), we serving Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Yeah)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
I know my dope raw - I seen it come out her ass
I wipe that shit off – and throw it right in the bag
I'm living fabulous – the shit I do in your dreams
"Future you're arrogant" – now I think I'm the king
Name a bitch I can't fuck – name a bitch that ain't tight
Name a bitch that ain't a slut – just name one, name one
I think I'm Antawn Jamison – I'm balling, balling, balling
I think I'm Ted Turner – when I ride around with that burner
I got three young gunners - and they gon' squeeze on anything I point at
I think I'm Ferragamo – I think I'm leaning, I think I'm leaning
I think I'm 'bout to turn up - I think I'm 'bout to burn up
A sack full of hundreds - all this ice on me
I took those VVSs - and slapped 'em right on my chest
After I smash her - I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley - and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids - we serving Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
You know, I win the race, hell yeah
We call it the Tour of the Streets (Dramatic, nigga!)
But it's like I'm cheating
'Cause my shit is on steroids
And they shit ain't
You niggas keep peddling, though
Mr. Thanksgiving
I took those VVSs and slapped 'em right on my chest (Yeah)
After I smash her (What happen?), I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley, and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids (Turn up!), we serving Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Yeah)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
I think I'm Big Meech, all my niggas sell drugs
'Cause I'm a rich nigga, she wanna give me a hug
But she a freak ho, and I won't show her no love
My shit's on Mobb Deep, like I'm from NYC
A thousand for some glasses, I see my city in 3D
I'm popping bottles, nigga, like it's the 4th of July
I think I'm Bill Gates, I'm taking over the Net
We shooting choppers, nigga, we ain't fuck with them tecs
I think I'm Young Jeezy, 'cause I motivate thugs, yeah
I think I'm Lil' Boosie, I'm 'bout to start sending hits
And Future Castellano, I'm on that mafia shit
I took those VVSs and slapped 'em right on my chest (Yeah)
After I smash her (What happen?), I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley, and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids (Turn up!), we serving Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Yeah)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is? (Turn up)
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
I know my dope raw - I seen it come out her ass
I wipe that shit off – and throw it right in the bag
I'm living fabulous – the shit I do in your dreams
"Future you're arrogant" – now I think I'm the king
Name a bitch I can't fuck – name a bitch that ain't tight
Name a bitch that ain't a slut – just name one, name one
I think I'm Antawn Jamison – I'm balling, balling, balling
I think I'm Ted Turner – when I ride around with that burner
I got three young gunners - and they gon' squeeze on anything I point at
I think I'm Ferragamo – I think I'm leaning, I think I'm leaning
I think I'm 'bout to turn up - I think I'm 'bout to burn up
A sack full of hundreds - all this ice on me
I took those VVSs - and slapped 'em right on my chest
After I smash her - I don't care who come next
I took off in a Bentley - and came back in a Spider
My trap on steroids - we serving Mark McGwire
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
Who you think you is? Who you think you is?
