Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barry Bonds , by - Kanye West. Release date: 10.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Barry Bonds |
| It’s what you all been waiting for, ain’t it? |
| What people pay paper for, damn it |
| They can’t stand it, they want something new |
| So let’s get reacquainted, became the hood favorite |
| I can’t even explain it, I surprise myself too |
| Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' |
| Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on |
| Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum |
| And here’s another hit, Barry Bonds |
| We outta here, baby! |
| We outta here, baby! |
| We outta here, baby! |
| Dude! |
| Fresh off the plane—Konnichiwa, bitches |
| Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot |
| Ask for it, I did it—that asshole done did it |
| Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it |
| I don’t need writērs, I might bounce ideas |
| But only I could come up with some shit like this |
| I done played the underdog my whole career |
| I’ve been a very good sport, haven’t I, this year? |
| They say, «He goin' crazy and we seen this before» |
| But I’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go |
| And I’m doing pretty hood in my pink polo |
| Nigga, please, how you gon' say I ain’t no Lo-head? |
| 'Cause my Dior got me more model head? |
| I’m insulted, you should go 'head |
| And bow so hard 'til your knees hit your forehead |
| And the flow just hit code red |
| Top five MCs, you ain’t gotta remind me |
| Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me |
| I’m high up on the line, you could get behind me |
| But my head’s so big, you can’t sit behind me |
| Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' |
| Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on |
| Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum |
| And here’s another hit, Barry Bonds |
| Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby! |
| What? |
| What? |
| We outta here, baby! |
| Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby! |
| And me? |
| I’m Mr. Weezy Baby, yeah! |
| I’m so bright, not shady |
| My teeth and my ice so white like Shady |
| Ice in my teeth so refrigerated |
| I’m so fuckin' good like I’m sleepin' with Meagan (Ha!) |
| I’m all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans |
| Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them |
| Oops, I meant «have them"—I'm so crazy |
| But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies |
| I’m such a hayvoc—oops, I meant «havoc» |
| And my drink’s still pinker than the Easter rabbit |
| And I’m still col' like Keyshia’s family |
| Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!) |
| And I ate it 'cause I’m so avid (No homo) |
| And I don’t front and I don’t go backwards |
| And I don’t practice, and I don’t lack shit |
| And you can get buried—suck my bat, bitch (ha!) |
| We outta here, baby! |
| We outta here, baby! |
| We outta here, baby! |
| Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah! |
| Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' |
| Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on |
| Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum |
| And here’s another hit, Barry Bonds |