Bobby Creekwater There He Is Lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Creekwater]
Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man)
Bobby Creekwater, today's host
Today's narrator, yeah
(We do this s___ every year around this time)
Today's what-the-f___-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back, and listen
Listen man (f___ what you write man, just go get 'em)

[Verse One]
An executive mindframe, f___ tryin to rap
n____z represent a corner, I refined the map
Artesian water, this is flow untapped
And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right
The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them
We +Run the City+ like Diddy and them
The opposition we just pityin them, it's no chance
Put you n____z in the special olympics is no dance
I'm nice like a meal twice, n____ no grams
Get them b____es out they pants, I did it with no hands!
See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut
Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up
Mr. Night Life, I can give you n____z sun up
I just get an order, let my n____z pick the gun up
That's when I bone ya, n____ wake yo' punk a__ up
This is ammonia, f___ your face up
b____es won't even telephone ya
I can s___e age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya
Ya dig? Take the world over that's the gig
Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig
Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs
b__pin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs
Ever since a n____ got rich
Life is still a b____ but she a high class b____
I just wanna f___ with me a high class b____
n____ pitch that on some eyeglass s___
See I classic, enough to get the mics back right
And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype
I'm here to end it

[Chorus]
Oh Lord that n____ mean, ain't he?
Yea, g______ that n____ clean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
There he is - g______ that n____ clean, ain't he?
Yea, oh Lord that n____ mean, ain't he?
Yea, see he a greedy baby
But some people tend to call him the return of Shady
Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek...

[Verse Two]
Yea, yeah
Nice like Mike right, you n____z soft as night lights
Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right
I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out
Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out
I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried
Who the f___ is this guy? The ruler on the disc I
Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler
than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters
A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew
This is just the s___ that I am used to
Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to
Now I put the word out - I'm sure you n____z heard 'bout
Young boss sold money, old school new paint
Ball knowin you can't, give a f___ what you think
Member of the mighty Shady Records, n____ you ain't
Think you f___in with me then double whatever you drink
You can't fathom what the b____ throwin at him
Couple n____z hatin on him but the fans waitin on him
like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance
My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me n____
And don't s___-talk pimp, I'd rather flush
anyone with big enough nuts to come and f___ with us
I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes
And you n____z wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
What the f___? (yeah)

[Chorus]