I Just Touched Down

(альбом: King Of The Queen - 2006)

You in the mix for my boy, DJ Funk
Keep it moving, baby
Di-di-di-di—Digital product!
DJ Funk!

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down

I just touched down in my city on chrome
Working wood wheel from a yella getting dome
Gators on my toes, love how I'm living
Aye, tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fucking pimpin'?
I had some major setbacks but I'm still grinding
Haters love to see me down but I'm still shining
Rolling paper real and it' trill getting dough
I got a little hustle plus I'm good with my flow
Push it to the mass when I spit it to a bitch
I tell her, "Get this money, have no love for a trick"
It's all about this swagger, you gotta be a beast
And can't no ho around my city 'scape my mouthpiece
Something like gold-diggin'—call me a Mack
I put 'em on the track and they bring it right back
[?] is my town, stretching out for miles
We about to groove out, my [ho?] professional

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down

I just got paid, working on slab, while y'all was watching
Cartoons I was peeping Shaft
I'm only 18 but I'm [feared?] by the grown folk
Ain't that Bobby Brown, but my [rappin'?] shit is strong though
Put it in your face, every bar and every line
Getting cash like Rae—I'm a pimp in my mind
And a king in my grind, fuck you, think different
They call his ass "'Nique" 'cause my flow so gifted
Still holler "Greater, later" to my niggas locked up
All them OGs, that sold them fucking blocks up
[?] holler at a player
A hater best keep walking if it ain't about paper
I'm trill in my field, down like Four Flat
Tires on the cut-throat, SS, or a Cadillac
See, they might've slithered off the syrup I been sipping
Came out my momma's womb breathing life into this pimping
(DJ Funk)

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down

I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm going places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is