text: Kells, Yeah!
  Im cold shit stepping out the freezer
  The people love my Dougie my denim bluer than Skeeter
  Tatted under the beater, Im spotted up like a cheetah
  Look like Leave It to Beaver, liquored up by the liter
  Freshest freshman on campus, no notebooks in the bag
  Blinding me with the cameras, never look at the tags
  Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats
  And the Chucks are always the classics
  Look like Im in the past
  Yeah
  And I stay B-Boyd up
  Neighbors in my business make me wanna turn the noise up
  Always been a kid bet I go and get my toys up
  Transformer tatted on my arm like the toys yup
  Holler at me prime time, any times my time
  Every days grind time, every nights shine time
  No chain needed I am just a star
  Forever in your life like a scar
  Whats up girls!?
  Understand I am better than your man
  So whatever is the plans
  I look better in your past
  And bet Im the level with Peter Pan
  Eyes chinky like I grew up in Japan
  Wasabi
  Yeah, you know how Im feelin
  Relo in a dub sack you know how Im chillin
  Ugh...
  And I do it like that all black in the back
  Yeah Im coolin like that
  Like That 
  Like That 
  Im back, back, rocking like Jack Black
  Jumping round the room like a hack sack
  One me, four hoes, three tats, Im so abstract
  You can be futuristic and Ill be past that
  Funny cause I dont think they get it
  And MTV could never see how Im living
  Cause I dont got a crib I got a car that I live in
  Every day different city, four seats, eight women
  Im from city where the terminal towers over
  The top of the train tracks
  Bring it back ASAP
  The hood chicks love me
  I keep a Heights girl
  And Becky got a benz
  Shout out to my white girl!
  Orange drink in my cup
  Fresh Prince in my XBox
  Kush in my blunt
  Go and get your friends
  Gause tonight we up
  Three Olives and pickle
  Lets get fucked up