me them legs, I don't know what they said But I'm a beast, beast-beast-beast {In the bed} [Chorus: Marty James] I don't know what they told ya But I
copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm ballin hard baseline, Bob threw the alley-oop BAM! Comin through this thang like James
to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oop BAM! Comin through this thang like James
James Dean, James Dean I know just what you mean James Dean, you said it all so clean And I know my life would look allright If I could see it on
So watch what you say to them crackers Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets These
plenty yay, more squares than? Our records carry? like a Fendi case. Huuhh! Four five meetings make a long day Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball game That's what
your brain, Yeah, remix your game. That's right yeah, Im unstoppable, Get in my way you get kicked like a soccerball, You What? You What? Okay,
[Rap:] This is for my pimps this is for my hustlas Diamonds in the back Lac' drivin' muthafuckas If ya gettin high smoke one for me If ya gettin drunk
I'm throwin' Sometimes I feel so worthless I feel my work ain't enough I feel they praise us too much Or now they don't praise enough Them niggas hate me for what
paint nigga [Flocka:] I go hard in the muhfuckin paint nigga Leave you stankin nigga What the fuck you thinkin nigga I won't die for this shit or what
come and turn me to a memory I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout But not I, this for those who remember
I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at I'm living for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow I'm
In my prime, I'm professing my reason for rhyme From the slum trying to shine, stacking nickels and dimes And pursueded the bigger picture, with the states and lace Jesse James
good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside I wanna take you for
Cent, and right now you turned into the G-Unit Radio! It's goin' down, you heard me? GGG-GGG- G-Unit! [Interlude: LeBron James] Ayo, for all you haters
I forgive all the love for the sake of love I forgive all sakes for the fake above For the sake of love, for the sake of love For the sake of love
are I don't think so, I don't think so Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care What's going on today I think there