"Tito Santana" lyrics
(feat. Joe Budden)
[Wale:]
Uh... Dub, A, L, E
Appreciate it, Joe. Yeah
Highly unstoppable, nothing's un-coppable
Tito Santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull
Prada product pulled over a nigga's nappy skull
Around here I am the G.O.A.T. like the Capricorn
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
'Cause my hoes in the X like they model for cars
Here to change the whole game do the audible
Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull
I'm Bald Bull to my Little Mac competition
You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor
Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer
Fist pleaser, skirt lifter, young Dirk Diggler
Wahlberg Shooter, young flow fluid
And my brains travel like Yung Berg jewels
Transformer, no opponent is formidable
Pockets morbidly obese, I'll be tourin for loot
I'm Wale, the new nigga on the block
See my team has hella cars, I got a couple knots
See, how the beat gets ate off
Acquire my scratch and I ain't have to use an 8-ball
Hip-Hop's whole face is off
And I rock with the band, this a cake-walk
Yeah
And I don't want
I don't wanna be condescending on that but like cake-walk
Like, I meant like cake from the second season of "Da Band"
Like cake-walk like it's, fuck it
(Talk to 'em!)
[Joe Budden:]
Yo, I'll be whatever you wan' call me
Weird or faulty, but lyricists can't ignore me (nah)
Keep a shooter wherever the force be (why?)
Case they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey
So, they hate and they say
But the AK's a cross from the tommy like Shenene and they'll try ya
Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior
I started off the top of the dome, call him "Sylar"
Now you now son become C. Dalvin
Dollar Dungarees, kicks fly closet like Chun Lee (but dawg)
Pump me with Sigel to pump B
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Flow's all flames, not a race but keep up
'Cause I'll Bolt on Usain, I'm too ahead of the game
So take your seat on the bench
You met Wale and 9th Wonder, now meet the tenth
Joey...
Uh... Dub, A, L, E
Appreciate it, Joe. Yeah
Highly unstoppable, nothing's un-coppable
Tito Santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull
Prada product pulled over a nigga's nappy skull
Around here I am the G.O.A.T. like the Capricorn
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
'Cause my hoes in the X like they model for cars
Here to change the whole game do the audible
Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull
I'm Bald Bull to my Little Mac competition
You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor
Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer
Fist pleaser, skirt lifter, young Dirk Diggler
Wahlberg Shooter, young flow fluid
And my brains travel like Yung Berg jewels
Transformer, no opponent is formidable
Pockets morbidly obese, I'll be tourin for loot
I'm Wale, the new nigga on the block
See my team has hella cars, I got a couple knots
See, how the beat gets ate off
Acquire my scratch and I ain't have to use an 8-ball
Hip-Hop's whole face is off
And I rock with the band, this a cake-walk
Yeah
And I don't want
I don't wanna be condescending on that but like cake-walk
Like, I meant like cake from the second season of "Da Band"
Like cake-walk like it's, fuck it
(Talk to 'em!)
[Joe Budden:]
Yo, I'll be whatever you wan' call me
Weird or faulty, but lyricists can't ignore me (nah)
Keep a shooter wherever the force be (why?)
Case they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey
So, they hate and they say
But the AK's a cross from the tommy like Shenene and they'll try ya
Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior
I started off the top of the dome, call him "Sylar"
Now you now son become C. Dalvin
Dollar Dungarees, kicks fly closet like Chun Lee (but dawg)
Pump me with Sigel to pump B
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Flow's all flames, not a race but keep up
'Cause I'll Bolt on Usain, I'm too ahead of the game
So take your seat on the bench
You met Wale and 9th Wonder, now meet the tenth
Joey...
Writer(s): James Alan Johnston
