King Of The Pyrex (Remix)

(album: GPG 2: The Remixes - 2010)

[Intro:]
[Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it's 2010, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] The Unit!
[Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what's happening?
[Tony Yayo:] What's good Soulja!
[Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Remix!

[Soulja Boy:]
I'm a superstar bitch, get your telescope! (yup!)
All eyes on me like a microscope! (yup!)
Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain't never seen (yup!)
I'm flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine.
And girl jumping on my dick like a trampoline (yup!)
Each instrumental it's a different murder scene. (yup!)
19 living all my motherfucking dreams (yup!)
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans.
If you left the game they wouldn't miss him
I kicked in the door, fucked up the whole system!
Couldn't explain how this shit feel
I'm real important like a hundred dollar bill! (yup!)
E'rybody want me! Yeah, they want a piece of me!
Attack all you want man there ain't no defeating thee.
S.O.D terror! (yup!) Yeah, it's new era! (yup!)
Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era.
Nigga I'm good for ya like a vitamin.
250 G's just to make my tire spin.
S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening,
Hoes at my party but we didn't invite the bitch. (Yayo: REMIX!)

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!

[Tony Yayo:]
Rockerfella law (yup!) Cut a lot a time (yup!)
I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!)
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!)
The last bake and the fiends are flocking.
We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. But don't miss me!
"More money, more power" that's the motto!
That's why the US assassinated Pablo. (assassinated Pablo)
I read palms and the Bible (Bible!)
They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to.
Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!)
My whole neck froze! (uh-huh!) We Steve Nash hoes. (uh-huh!)
S.O.D/G-Unit we G'd up (G'd up!)
Move 10 bricks now it's time to re-up! (re-up!)
I move around with the Nina
With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (daaaamn!)
"New York State Of Mind" (yup!) like Billy Joel (yup!)
I Godfather the blunt the whole Philly swoll. (pick that up, man!)
All my cars are clean the new and old (VRRRM!)
I'm fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. (that's my cousin!)
Bitches talking 'bout a nigga like Miss Info
I'm in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. (uh-huh!)
Me and Soulja riding round in the Lambo' (uh-huh!)
We getting money so we ain't cuffing no hoe! (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! (G-Mix!)