Yo fuck you, Kanye, first and For making me do shit motherfucker Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking they don't fucking
(I'd to propose a toast) (I toast motherfucker)
And I am And ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise your glasses, glasses, your glasses to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for the So get ass up off the wall
The all the world Digital Underground, Pac The the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds of And come back next year with the whole game nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected College Dropout to drop and then flop Then he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's only niggas that My money was thinner than Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, They say he bourgie, he Won't you please stop talking about how my dick is Flow infectious, me 10 seconds I'll have a buzz bigger insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't interested 'Til the night I killed myself in Lexus
And I am And ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise your glasses, glasses, your glasses to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for the So get your ass up off the
Now was Kanye the overlooked? Yes sir Now is Kanye the overbooked? Yes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called But all they got is this guy called West Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks Mos Def him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z I'm the Gap like Banana and Old Navy, and oooh It come out than old Sadie Nice as when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse And I was famous, now everybody loves Kanye I'm almost Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame It was straight embarrassing how y'all him Last year shoppin my demo, I was to shine motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to my dreams I use it as my gas, so say that I'm gassed But without it I'd be last, so I ought to So I don't listen to the behind the desk no more You wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to West no more I rocked 20,000 people, I was just on tour, I'm Kan, the Louis Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Vuitton Mom I ain't the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my I went to the and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is a black card?' I turned and replied, why yes but I prefer the term American Express Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Your boy on his hustle, you know what I've been up to Killin y'all on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I Miracle Whips
And I am And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell Raise your glasses, your glasses, your to the sky is the last call for alcohol, for my niggas So get your ass up off the