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Masta Ace

Think I Am

 

Think I Am

(Album: MA_DOOM: Son Of Yvonne - 2012)


"Who you think I am?"
Check, check, yeah

Look fam, you could be the man
Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan
I'm not blind, I can see the scam
You talk tough, but y'all a bunch of girls like the Cheetah band
I'm a leader and, you a follower
Your goal hollow and your ho was a swallower
She put it down like a report
But her box smell like South Street Seaport
What a odor black, in fact
When I got her in the sack jack boy I couldn't hold her back
'Cause her bottom is, thick like a hippopotamus
Tramp stamp on her lower back
See I know the facts, the hoe filled me in
Her best friend is a twin named Lillian
I'm going really in, I'm really going in
Foul, I bust on that towel that you throwing in

"Who you think I am?"
"Who you think I am?"

I tried to holler outside when she was getting out her ride
Guess she must got that parking lot Alzheimer's
'Cause now find us, cozy at the bar
Guess at that point she ain't know she had a star
I can't explain what might've got into her
'Cause now your conversation got friendlier
Seen me and ran with your devious plan
And thinking you gon' drink all them premium brands
It's different when you ain't got to hear no price
'Cause you was just Nurse Jackie with that Smirnoff Ice
Yeah I caught that, you and that short cat
Even saw the brush-off after he bought that
What the fuck, he ain't make your drink quota?
And as for tricking, them days been over
Jedi mind tricks won't work if you bring Yoda
Envisioning champagne? Well shit think soda

"Who you think I am?"
"Who you think I am?"

Big up Ace, I'm glad I had a chance to flow with him
Just last summer me and my mans did a show with him
In Montreux, hit the stage, I'm like "Go get 'em"
Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm
Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point
They did Jeep Ass Niguh, I'm like "That's the joint"
Some old school heads remember who was who
Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew
Before the Masta left the stage from doing the do
Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru
First time I met the brother felt like I knew him forever
Too clever, album dedicated to his mother
I thought of mine at the same time, we growing up
I know they proud of they baby boys, we blowing up
Only got one, won't ever forget her
Make sure you let her know you love her when you with her, kiss her

"Who you think I am?"
"Who you think I am?"
"Who you think I am?"
"Who you think I am? "

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