Brand New

(专辑： The Drought Is Over Part 4 - 2007)

Yeah, uh-huh
Come on, yep
Mmmhmm, bells
Yeah, hmhmhmm
Let's go

Riding 'round the city
With some brand-new heat
Brand-new car
Brand-new feet
Brand-new seats
Brand-new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand-new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand-new
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand-new
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new
Yeah

I'm cold like a midnight
In Aspen
I am the President
And the assassin
Cameras on
Big lights, "Action"
Welcome to the show
I am the main attraction
Money in the mattress
Money in the attic
Money on my mind
Money is my habit
Stay on the grind
Until money's automatic
Bitch, I love money
I'm a fucking fanatic
Always strapped, gripped-tight, grasping
Say what? Who, me? (Click-clack) Blast 'em
Chrome 24s, tires thin like napkins
Got to ride big 'cause I am like a captain
You know I'm a boss; chilling, relaxing
Probably in my office, doing my taxes
You little niggas so not in my bracket
And I don't even have time to practice

Riding 'round the city
With some brand-new heat
Brand-new car
Brand-new feet
Brand-new seats
Brand-new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand-new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new (brand-new)
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand-new (brand-new)
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand-new (them too)
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new (yeah)

Ice
Ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice
Hm, I'm fishing, and the bitches will bite
It's probably 'cause my game is Fixodent tight
Right
I'm fucking every bad bitch twice
And if she doesn't wear panties then I fuck her on sight
I'm nasty like spice
I know what she likes
I can make a black woman
Scream like she white
I can make a white woman
Scream like Mike
But before she starts singing
She got to check my mic
Niggas just hating
And I done lost sight
It's like I don't see 'em
I only see the light
Talking that shit
But you boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight
A'ight?
Louis V tennis shoes
Big brown stripe
You think you're fresh?
Shit, nigga – I'm ripe

Riding 'round the city
With some brand-new heat
Brand-new car
Brand-new feet
Brand-new seats
Brand-new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand-new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new (brand-new)
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand-new (brand-new)
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand-new (them too)
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new (yeah)

OK
Brand-new coupe
Driving crazy than a mother
Sitting low in the seats
With the burner sitting under
Got my tank top, top down
It probably ain't summer
But I ride like that 'cause I'm hotter than the others
Damn, there's no keeping up with the brother man
I could spell my name in burnt rubber
I'm gone! Leave me alone
Now the dog is at supper
You could wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard
Ahem, I'm so far ahead of them suckers
I'mma have to start rapping in numbers
I promise, the flows don't stop
They come rapid like thunder
I bet you hide under your covers

Riding 'round the city
With some brand-new heat
Brand-new car
Brand-new feet
Brand-new seats
Brand-new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand-new L
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new (brand-new)
Fuck you bitch
My shirt brand-new (brand-new)
Fuck you bitch
My shoes brand-new (them too)
Fuck you bitch
I'm acting brand-new (yeah)