DOPENESS (FEAT. CL)

(Booyah!!) We live and direct... From that inner space... Outer space... Invading your space... Aye,Yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... Oh... I feel like I'm made of solid gold... Aye yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super dope... I'm doper than a dope boy... Make a lotta dough call me doughboy... Rocking Yves Saint Laurent coat boy... Control the whole game remote boy... Motherfucker I'm a superstar... Shine so bright like a quasar... Stay on point like a laser... Willy got so much flavor... Wanna know about me goto wiki-wiki... Imma time bomb bouta ticky ticky... Sent me on top onna tippy tippy... Only fly chickens, I'm picky picky... So ill I'm sicky sicky... Yeah, got the liquor you can sippy sippy... Me love you long time, no quicky quicky... Lotta girl on my dang dang diggy diggy... Aye,Yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... Oh... I feel like I'm made of solid gold... Aye yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super dope... I knock em out the box boy... I ain't something you could stop boy... I'm on fire, yeah, I'm hot boy... And I'm that flavor that you're not boy... I got em sweating like a fat man... I'm all up in your head like a cat scan... Delete 'em and throw 'em in the trash can... Attack 'em with the boom-bap... Original rap man... (Booyah!!) I'm the cream of the crop boy... Supreme cause I'm sitting on top boy... I make it crack cause I rock, boy... Constant means that Tab don't stop boy... I kill the game and the coaches... Spray lead... Now they running like roaches... Dead prez... Now here come the vultures... Make bread cause... I'm coming with that dope shit... Aye, Yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... Oh... I feel like I'm made of solid gold... Aye yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope.... (Drop the beat...) Body blow, Body blow... Hit the floor... Fight over ring the bell... Baby di-di-di-ding... T.K.O. Comatose adios... Slow motion on you muddafuckah... (Booyah!!) Super man, Super gun... Make em run... Shoot em down with the wicky wicky... Ba-ba-ba-bang... Automatic now ya body looking polkadotted... Blood splattered when I hit ya with the (”booyah”) Whiplash get the cash... Get the ching ching... Get the gold get the jewels... Get the bli-bli-bli-bling.... Get the money, Get the cash... Get the dough... Ten Hundred Twenties baby get that... (Booyah!!) Dollar sign, dollar sign... On the brain, on the mental... Got money on my Mah-mah-mah-mind... Make em stop, HAMMER TIME... Hustle time, keep on hustling... Aye.Yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... Oh... I feel like I'm made of solid gold... Aye yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super.... Dope... I'm doper than the dope game.. Making more money than the dope man... You see me double fisted... Holding champagne... Got turnt up till I had no brain... Motherfucker, Imma rockstar... In a G6 eatin' up the caviar... started from the bottom... Now I'm outta here... Started from the bottom... Now I'm outta here... I be on my hustle getting busy-busy... Tokyo to Brussels got me dizzy dizzy... Travel round the world... Like where is she is she... Hit me on the phone... I say moshi moshi... I keep it 100, never 50/50... I keep it hip-hop never hippy hippy... I don't luh da coco, no sniffy sniffy... I got soul cause Seoul is my city city... Aye,Yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... Oh... I feel like I'm made of solid gold... Aye yo... Baby I'm super duper super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super dope... I'm super baby, I'm super dope...