WWE WWE Themes - Jonathan Coachman Lyrics

Aw yeah, back breaking, everybody out their seats
Man, the world is watching me. The world is watching me
Aw yeah, back breaking, everybody out their seats
Man, the world is watching me. The world is watching me

Look here, come one come all and get through it
Pimp gangs emaculate flow like sewage
Try to park in the building, y'all already knew it
Y'all boy game is weak, I see through it
Bank roll is fat, you girls can't chew it
Aw this is mine, you boys just blew it
Shucks, ain't is the shame how I mack
Women, they come in the crowds, now look how I act
Make a little score ain't got no tax
VIP at the Grammy Awards, now top that
Mr. Collipark, keep the money coming in
Perfect don't party like the Ying Yang Twins
Cadillac boy, mack time to the end
These stones are tossed sleek shout out 'we all in'
Homebwoi is the name, I gotta represent
If your looking for change, it's where it's gonna begin

It's like the world got binoculars on
Trying to find me like Waldo we all know they looking for home
Having to get mad at the woman cause they teaching them wrong
Too many pulling, no 'may I' politely tell them it's gone
I'm a hustler by day, baller by midnight
One at the time, ladies, no mama please sit tight
They got their mouths wide open, boy I'm pimped tight
And a Bentley you could never get. Why? It's a prototype
I got the Birdman stunned for the show tonight
You want to hate, but you can't, cause you know I'm right
Paint job out of sight, got a thrill on
Like the moon on the street lights when I kill on
26" that's what I'm telling them
Doors open up like the wings of a pelican
8 15th in the trunk; in the floor
Bay beam through your chest, what's your heartbeat, w____?

Shout it out no eyeballing them like yep
Asking me to buy her a drink so I step
Griffin G ate grip time what I grip
Grind it. Got to this money while you all slipped
OK. But I'm not Little John
Popping my collar, I'm the man like the funds
Look I got that bounce back like sponge.
Look like you dehydrated; look like they got the runs
My time. My money. That's real
My chains. My peeps. My career
Me and mine, that's just how I live
Not overbrowse, that's just the way it is
Homeboy, your girl, I bring
Break bread let you pop that thing
Fall up in the club I'm a make a little ring
Money Mike, come here, why don't you kiss the pinky ring