| I’m outta this world, notcha run o tha mill n' | 
| My name is furl I’m the owner of buildin, | 
| I', m a stoner and I’m chillin wit 2 bitches like jack | 
| I pimps and I mack drive a benz or a 'lac | 
| Man I been in the back with the groupies and tha stars | 
| I been out front with the thugs in the cars, | 
| I been on the yard with the mexican mafia | 
| And I only run with niggas that’ll kill and die for ya. | 
| I’m popular, I’m a rap star but I live like a rock star | 
| Runnin from the cop car | 
| I drop bars on slaps that knock hard | 
| And I charge for this dick extra large | 
| I’m sicker than SARS higher than mars | 
| And I treat my bitch like an ATM card | 
| I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| She’s in the buildin and she’s feeling herself, | 
| She’s looking bad but I’m willing to help. | 
| Stop it baby your killing yourself, C’mon baby, | 
| I gotcha back we can chill in my delt. | 
| I’m feelin myself too, man just imagine some of the things we could do. | 
| You under me, Me under you then we can catch the liquor store before 2. | 
| We can hit my nigga go get some shrooms | 
| And if u still wanna kick it we can go getta room. | 
| It won’t cost you much I’m a good buy, | 
| Dick on discount, Bitch Good bye. | 
| Who do I look like Mr. Frank-Fuck-For-Free? | 
| Ya no dough ho, you can’t fuck wit me. | 
| Get the fuck out bitch, you still in my delt? | 
| (Delta 88) | 
| You full of shit and I’m feelin myself | 
| I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| Man, I’m in tha buildin and I’m feelin myself | 
| I’m a west coast bad boy, I represent it | 
| (Dre that’s a bad toy, is it rented?) | 
| Hardy-har-har, very funny | 
| You don’t hear my tummy, I gets my money | 
| My stomach ain’t growlin, I’m stylin and wildin | 
| Drinkin vodka straight, fuck a long island | 
| I want my own island, I want my own island | 
| And bet ya I’ma get it | 
| I switch hit and play with both mitts | 
| Pack the 4−5th, I’m after your bitch | 
| He ain’t doin' it right, she’s after your scritch | 
| And I’m after hers, with these macking words, nerd | 
| I thought squares stayed sharp | 
| Your nuthin but a mark in a bucket skylark | 
| I’m playing my part, I’m Mr. Furly… | 
| Quit interuptin, I’m talkin to your girly |