It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets. Get fly crash the limo back seats. Lookin' in the faces. Of some ladies that I never met. On the interview tip, no sweat.
Everybody step back from the mic. As I set it off. All playin' the wall. It's time to sweat it off. Anybody with staatic oh please try. I'll do ya like Godfather 3.