Etc Etc

(albüm: George Kush Da Button - 2010)

(We are) The best of the best, player
Take you round the world and up like elevators
(And they) They try to duplicate us
But they could never be that's between you and me
(Et cetera, et cetera)
(Et cetera, et cetera)
But they could never be that's between you and me

Dare I say, player? Fuchsia alligators
Looking through my eyesight like looking at a skyline
Wi-fi my aura, I'm so online, I'm late enough to be on time
She dodged yours and jumped on mine
It's pimp pimping, silk lining
Plush linens, hand stitching, I'm picture perfect, hieroglyphic
If she ain't down, her homegirl with it
Turning heads, lock like dreads
Caution, no tricking, just excessive grain gripping
Cup full of drank, blunt rolled, I'm lane switching
Me and King Tut had the same visions
Either stay home or come with it, some dig
But most miss it, I'm dropping presents for the ungifted
If you was in the lead, the momentum just shifted
A-team, 3 kings, 4 great feats
Name another Mississippian on a Ski beat

(We are) The best of the best, player
Take you round the world and up like elevators
(And they) They try to duplicate us
But they could never be that's between you and me
(Et cetera, et cetera)
(Et cetera, et cetera)
But they could never be that's between you and me

I'm up now, so bitches break trees down
Coffee tables turn funny how funny style
Bitches come out niggas like they was pregnant with 'em
Run with cleats on these beats, I am not slipping
At your women, FeBreeze venom, I clean kill 'em
Green linen, weed so soft I go so hard
Think of new flows in my old school car
Windex, no streaks on my glass house
And I know you won't rest that ass
Bitch, don't get it twisted, ho, not so fast
Jets in the cut, niggas just collecting like scabs
I smash, brushing my Dickies free of the ash
A 7 gram bag, ceramic one hitter in my stash
Not a thread outta place, eyes red, outta space
Drop bread, get out my face

(We are) The best of the best, player
Take you round the world and up like elevators
(And they) They try to duplicate us
But they could never be that's between you and me
(Et cetera, et cetera)
(Et cetera, et cetera)
But they could never be that's between you and me

No sucker shit, we G'd up, it's a boss movement
Just Enjoy This Shit, fuck you thought, stupid?
Rappers, as if, they all clueless
Cook up skills like a culinary art student
We, get it popping like we 'sposed to do
Instead of kissing ass and sucking dick like most of you
Living on your knees, you got no control
Fucking haters, kick rocks with open toes
Lil' mama wanna roll with some winners
'Cause we got more cheddar and the weed taste better
Big bambooze pack, my vision stay blurry
Weed purple like a Lakers away jersey
Plethora flows, plethora hoes
Down to do whatever I like, they don't never oppose
Gold diggers tryna get their purse filled
But I send 'em straight to voicemail, DZA

(We are) The best of the best, player
Take you round the world and up like elevators
(And they) They try to duplicate us
But they could never be that's between you and me
(Et cetera, et cetera)
(Et cetera, et cetera)
But they could never be that's between you and me