Intro

Oh Shit!

What?! This is a banger

Yo check this out

I be lord Saig'

I'm chillin' with Mark Ronson

This is his first album

He got special guests and fly motherfuckers

Do you know what? (what?) Yo Mark? (yeah) You need to set this shit up (alright) by your God. Damn. Self. (I got you Saig' let's do it)

One day I get a call on the phone, Silvia rung, she like my technique, saw me rockin' them domes

She said here's a half a mil make some hits of your own

First stop Kentucky where they got me real crunk

Back down to Charlin we wallin'

Ghostface and Trife the records all pausin'

West west for hooks make D-O double G say, ooh wee

Now we back up in the disco, I heat it up in the booth like Crisco,

Put your rollerskates on let your hips go

Couple days later sounds from Jamaica, show off with the track and he said I'll take her!

Back down to J-A

International affair

Rollin rollin round, streets are spawned and most of Mark Ronson

It's the M-O-P! We gotta Rollin rollin round

Brooklyn is in the building you got probl-

Freeway on the verse is a monster, but I needed a hug so I called Nikka Costa

I know you feelin' my rosta

And my name got a buzz, so here come the fuzz