I wear my air Jordans with my anchor blue jeans   I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene   Who can break me down on a triple scale beam?   The color of the Benz, same color whip cream      Fly away, cologne fills up your hallway   And I'ma strike it on the I-180 south like all day   I dress sharp like the nation of Islam so I shop like somebody that personally knows God   Your boyfriend, freak is boo boo to rabbit   He really need to kick that dope habit, it's lookin' tragic   I get my hair done, I let the curls whip   And then I make a call to see what the girls get      I wear my air Jordans with my anchor blue jeans   I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene   Who can break me down on a triple scale beam?   The color of the Benz, same color whip cream (x2)       You want that, man, do you like how I flaunt that?   Because I know I'd go to jail or hell if I bought that   Man like a court case caught that   And like a boxer in Vegas to box, yo, I fought that   I like steak and potatoes, ice cream gators   I never say nothin' yo to none of my neighbors   I do it like Parliament, don't get wet   I do it like a gambler, make that bet   I cash that check 'cause the money looks better   Some like cheese but I like cheddar   Phat farm sweaters, DMC leather and shootin' my mouth off like a pro woulda      I wear my air Jordans with my anchor blue jeans   I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene   Who can break me down on a triple scale beam?   The color of the Benz, same color whip cream (x2)      Pretty bartender, can I get another shot of that (?)   She was tall enough to make a ball team   She said she never met me, it was like a pipe dream   I blazed through the crowd, yo, and never got seen   Then I sat down on a white couch, made it all official   It's popping like a pistol in a missile   A picnic basket, man, call me Yogi Berra   Man, Andre Nickatina from the Ronald Reagan era