Ali Bomaye

Get my people out them chains nigga
 I mean handcuffs, time to man up
 Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
 'Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
 Or is it 'cause my windows tinted?
 Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it
 You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
 Well, I'ma fuck her 'til the springs break
 Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winning
 In my four-door looking real photogenic
 Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
 I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
 Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
 Versace outfit cost me three thousand
 From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
 Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
 First you get the power, then you get respect
 I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
 Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
 I like clubs where all the women working naked
 Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
 Bought that hoe a ring, it was for her pinky
 Uh, that's pimpin' that's slick
 Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
 Fuck y'all mad at me for
 Got a black card, and a black Phantom
 With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
 Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
 Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
 Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
 I'm 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
 Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
 My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
 Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it
 Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
 Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
 Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
 And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
 I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
 Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners
 Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
 You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
 I'm on the block like D12, I got the white, no D-12
 Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K
 And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye
 But they yellin'...
 Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
 Thank God that a nigga seen another day
 Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
 Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray
 I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
 Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
 I dream big, I think sharp
 Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
 Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
 Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
 I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
 Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
 Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
 Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
 Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
 On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
 Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
 Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashin' the chrome
 I'm waving the TEC, Tity sprayin' the MAC
 Extendos in the back, gonna lap
 Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin' in my lap
 Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX
 Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
 Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
 2 Chainz!
 Skateboard on a nigga track
 No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque
 Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
 Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
 Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
 If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
 This the voice of ghetto intelligence
 If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence
 For presidents
 Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
 Riding through the jungles in that motherfuckin' elephant
 That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
 Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell 'em)
 You know I got that work on the foreman grill
 Weigh the motherfuckers in, made another mill'
 Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
 Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today
 Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
 Thank God that a nigga seen another day
 Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
 Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray
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 Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up?
 Nigga, talk to yo' nigga
 Ay, my fuckin' Jesus piece (woo)
 Ay, ay, ay, nigga, nigga look at ya boy, look at ya boy
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 Ay, nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes though
 Nigga they got diamonds in it, nigga iced out
 Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga
 Ay, don't ever question my religion
 I just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga
 You see it, ay, ay, ay, real quick, real quick, look at his headband (ooh)
 
 Nigga, nigga look it, look at ya boy, nigga
 
 Ay, nigga I put the fuckin' rubies around a nigga fuckin' joint nigga
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 Yo, chill here come Kanye, shut up don't
 Let me turn my piece around