| One of Kanye West's song's on his Graduation CD. (Verse 1) Can I talk my shit again? Even if I don't hit again, Dog, are you fucking kidding? My hat, my shoes, my coat, Louis Vuitton stitch, With Donatella Versaci, That's Louis Vuitton, bitch, I think, Hennassy, I drank, I'm gone off that Bacardi Lemon, or Corona, I'm zoning, Class back in session, so I up't it a grade, In two years Dwayne Wayne became the Dwyane Wade, And aye, Please don't start me, I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley I'm pop, The Barkers, I'm hood, The Parkers While y'all was in limbo, I raised the bar up I touched on everything, Married to the game rock a chain 'stead a wedding ring, Y'all brides maids catch the garter, On nights when 'Ye romance , Cameras flash so much, That I gotta do that Yayo dance, I'm on a world tour with Common my man, After each and every show a couple dykes in the van, It's easy, The hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy, And oh yeah, Yeezy, I did it for the glory (Verse 2) What I'm supposed to do now? Man, the game all messed up, How I'm supposed to stand out when everybody get dressed up, So yeah, at the Grammys, I went ultra Travolta, Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guido, But with my ego, I can stand there in a Speedo, And still be looked at like a fucking hero, The glory, the story, the chain, the Polo, the night, the grind, The empty bottles of NoDoz Tank on empty, whipping my momma Volvo I spent that gas money on clothes with logo's The fur is ... |
