Yeah, that`s me and T man
T.I. dot com bitch
Tip, f**k wit` ya boi
Hey, that is my brotha
Ladies and gentleman T.I.

And he is the king, bitch
Don`t get that s**t twisted
And me, I am the best rapper alive
Ladies and gentleman, hello

This is the drought 3
And it`s been a minute since
I rapped on a Manny Fresh beat
But uh, I guess I`ll go ahead
And show these ni**as what to do
With one of the beats, man

I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
Ridin` wit` a bad hoe with her girlfriend in tha back
I like to get real high and I never look back
And you don`t wanna try me and don`t I look strapped?

I come from tha hardest city, ain`t nobody f**kin` wit` it
I got black and gold soul wit` a fresh New Orleans fitted
And a collared polo and a pair of balli bucks

Young Money motherf**ka, I know you worry about us
Cash Money motherf**ker, CMR, I trust
Never had my jaw brokin` but his jaw I`ll bust
And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus

What happens on my bus stays on my bus
And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
If you give me a cigar then a cigar I`ll bust
Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff

Look ma, I`m tryin` to make a porno starring us
Well, not just us, a couple foreign sluts
Yeah, we make this a manage twain, ya`ll in?
I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin` ballin`

Yeah baby, we ballin` like Rawlins and Spalding
Pint of DJ screw and that Hawaiian
I am leaning like 3 legged lion
Climbing right to the top
Of the motherf**kin` mountain counting

I`m gonna need me an accountant to count it
Manny got this f**kin` beat pounding
It`s pounding but it was just lost until I found it
I found it, stole it like a scoundrel

Holly grove hound it, put this bitch to sleep
F**king right, I night gowned it, ni**a`s talkin` cheap
Tell them ni**as, pipe down bitch
Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless

Beatin` up this track like a motherf**kin round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy, I`ma spit like a long kiss
I`m just a martian, ain`t nobody else on this planet I know

See, I live by my only
Say where my cheese ni**a? Where my macaroni?
Baby, I get up in da ass and act a donkey
Candy, armed candy ni**a grippin` the grain
See, I`m the only fire that can live in the rain
I am so, so New Orleans like 1825 Tulane

Ha, ha, ha, see you gotta be New Orleans
To know what I`m talkin `bout and if you don`t, f**k you
Say what I want and I don`t want nothin`
`Cause I got everything, bitch