| I’m just a hat too tall, the shots I can call |
| Where I don’t really even have to sweat money at all |
| This is so built to ball, it’s something off the wall |
| The babies even try to walk before they can crawl |
| You wanna toss yours in the ring? Go right to the king |
| I get rid of 'em quick with all that you bring |
| My thing in full swing, when the bell go ding |
| The figure sounds about right, cha-ching |
| Heard ya boy is no joke, before you ever see him broke |
| You see him linin' up all them rich folk |
| With coke down to the smoke, besides holdin' a black card |
| I need a real bad chick with stroke |
| I’m just a real nigga used to shit, wait, who’s the shit? |
| It’s really all about me, nigga, that’s it |
| The man in the movement |
| Oh, how they love CL Smooth out there pipin' hot and doin' it |
| The man that invented it, right where I centered it |
| Locked in the danger zone, where they talk about |
| The birth of a genius, the hardest, the meanest |
| The greatest hood tale ever told, where I hit 'em from |
| The bottles, the models, the awards, the tours |
| Cockroach tenement to marble floors |
| Just a hell of a catch |
| Like a new toy with the outfit to match |
| While the kid is a chick magnet, scream and grab at it |
| It’s hot, but all I really got is a money habit |
| Push whips past it, wave you lucky bastard |
| Watchin' the wrist change colors every other karat |
| I’m what the hood study, good right up in the cutty |
| Sit real pretty but this shit can get ugly |
| With no love for me, you people think I’m made of money? |
| The illest niggas under my thumb is like putty |
| Since everything I’m bustin' out now entice you |
| Send one of my little homies over there to bite you |
| Tighten you up, first time he lays eyes on you lighten you up |
| Shittin' out a bag, pissin' out a cup, that’s whats up |
| The source makes thoughts corrupt |
| Compared to the big dog, that’s the pup |
| Name the price, and take a little sound advice |
| I’m like head crack, roll of the dice, baby |
| The man that invented it, right where I centered it |
| Locked in the danger zone, where they talk about |
| The birth of a genius, the hardest, the meanest |
| The greatest hood tale ever told, where I hit 'em from |
| The bottles, the models, the awards, the tours |
| Cockroach tenement to marble floors |
| Just a hell of a catch |
| Like a new toy with the outfit to match |
| When the streets always knew we was this fly |
| The love for this guy is known to split wigs |
| The same way he splits eyes |
| Lay up in those thighs, I school and chastise |
| Who knows my art of war’s the element of surprise? |
| So cool and calm, a killer smile with charm |
| You hear tick, tick, tick, nigga that’s the bomb |
| But is it for Islam or is it for this don? |
| Who only could wish the innocent people no harm |
| Rose from the ashes, here to move the masses |
| The program that make you generate paper the fastest |
| So when the stock crashes and the song passes |
| We eatin' fresh fruit, jumpin' out of E-classes |
| And we not talkin', think it’s me you stalkin'? |
| All you hear is loud pops and the bodies fallin' |
| This is your warnin', a new day’s dawnin' |
| How the rap game needs CL Smooth |
| The man that invented it, right where I centered it |
| Locked in the danger zone, where they talk about |
| The birth of a genius, the hardest, the meanest |
| The greatest hood tale ever told, where I hit 'em from |
| The bottles, the models, the awards, the tours |
| Cockroach tenement to marble floors |
| Just a hell of a catch |
| Like a new toy with the outfit to match |