Guy:   Bitch! Who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga   Turn him up on the mic      Verse one:      Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking I'm Lil' Gotti   Tats on my body, catch 'em, shottie, with that red beam dottie   When they call me pop, nigga's call me mister hit 'em get 'em   Or just, bad motherfucker, because I'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em   I beat the total livin', somebody get 'em   Before I put this in 'em and even the doctors won't admit 'em   Look, I won't bullshit 'em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie   (Soldier put it on something)   Put it on my mama and her mammie   Lay it, thrown out the nanny   Got these niggas hate me ballie   Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me   Don't have my marbles at all, I'm horrible dog   Don't believe me, watch me, action when I give this call      Chorus:      It's mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is)   Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there gotta be a)   Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is)   Whomp, whomp, whomp      Verse two:      I'm the dopiest thing since the Rock   Cause the stock about a single jaws block   The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock   I'm gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga   When you bought the Cd, you got it because of my name nigga   The one with the double R, till every track he busted on   Won't give a fuck who else on, look I'm pure competition   Just an example with the expedition   And I'm still making songs for the prisons   Nigga's besta tip, and went when C.B. Jones came about   Can't see a nigga taking me out   From Tennessee to Atlanta, shy town, and back home   What they wanna here when I touch that microphone      Chorus      Verse three:      I use to use to be a drug pusher   Now I'm that dope in your sub-woofer   Only for the coke cookers that ook us   But ain't no affording me   Can't go no where don't act accordingly   The only person that notice me is God and that nigga recording me   You wanted a hero well here I be, capital F-I-e-n-d you peeping me   See frequently fucking over your frequency   Talking 'bout our producers like quantity   Follow me, every since I said the quarter ki   Checking for me in Blockbuster every quarterly   Pardon me, I don't know if I'm the shit, or just another nigga bump   But right now I'm the nigga that's damaging your trunk      Chorus