Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song There He Is, artist - Bobby Creekwater. Album song Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
There He Is |
Bobby Creekwater, today’s host |
Today’s narrator, yeah |
(We do this shit every year around this time) |
Today’s what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it |
But I need y’all to sit back, and listen |
Listen, man (fuck what you write man, just go get 'em) |
An executive mindframe, fuck tryin' to rap |
Niggas represent a corner, I refined the map |
Artesian water, this is flow untapped |
And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; |
that’s if the payoff right |
The Dream Team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them |
We run the city like Diddy and them |
The opposition we just pityin' them, it’s no chance |
Put you niggas in the Special Olympics, it’s no dance |
I’m nice like a meal twice, nigga, no grands |
Get them bitches out they pants—I did it with no hands |
See, one thing’s for sure, I’m pure uncut |
Pimpin', you can either stay down or get gunned up |
Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggas sun up |
I just get an order, let my niggas pick the gun up |
That’s one up on ya, nigga, wake yo' punk ass up |
This is ammonia, fuck your face up |
Bitches won’t even telephone ya |
I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya |
Ya dig? |
Take the world over, that’s the gig |
Sell enough units, have Paul and Jimmy dancin' the jig |
Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs |
Bumpin' Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs |
Ever since a nigga got rich |
Life is still a bitch but she a high-class bitch |
I just wanna fuck with me a high-class bitch |
Nigga, pitch that on some eyeglass shit |
See I classic, enough to get the mics back right |
And I’m a fan of record sales, I don’t like that hype |
I’m here to end it |
Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
See, he a greedy baby |
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady |
There he is — goddamn that nigga clean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
Yea, oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
See, he a greedy baby |
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady |
Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek… |
Yeah, yeah |
Nice like Mike right, you niggas soft as night lights |
Diamond’s a tall order I’m just tryin' to get the hype right |
I’m throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out |
Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out |
I can’t hold out, hot like a fish fry |
Who the fuck is this guy? |
The ruler on the disc I |
Hit you in your soup coolers, I’m in the Coupe cooler |
Than pigskin men, base runners, and hoop shooters |
A loose screw, band money like The Legendary Roots Crew |
This is just the shit that I am used to |
Oh nah, I don’t bust a chopper but I used to |
Now I put the word out — I’m sure you niggas heard about |
Young boss, old money, old school new paint |
Ball knowin' you can’t, give a fuck what you think |
Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga, you ain’t |
Think you fuckin' with me then double whatever you drink |
You can’t fathom what the bitches throwin' at him |
Couple niggas hatin' on him but the fans waitin' on him |
Like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance |
My vacation fee, ain’t no use in hatin' me, nigga |
And don’t shit-talk pimp, I’d rather flush |
Anyone with big enough nuts to come and fuck with us |
I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes |
And you niggas wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight |
What the fuck? |
(yeah) |
Oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
Goddamn, that nigga clean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
See, he a greedy baby |
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady |
There he is — goddamn, that nigga clean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
Yea, oh Lord, that nigga mean, ain’t he? |
Yeah |
See, he a greedy baby |
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady |
Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek… |