Hook   Slim Thug (Pusha-T):   Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya hoes up   I head straight to the bar just to post up   I roll the dro up, my cup mold up   Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up   C'mon WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)   Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)   WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)   Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?)      Verse 1   Pusha-T:   No hotta, flow droppa since Poppa   You Penny Annie niggaz, see I know Copper   Left the game on a high note, flow opera   Pusha still got them keys I can unlock ya   See that watch on the sleeve, call it show stoppa   Nigga ball around the world, call me Globe Trotter   Trick dollar, ask what I feel, nada   Give a bitch yellow fever all these gold bottles   And late models, I lean throttles   Roof back with the coupe black, playa think he need goggles   Look mama, I be fly papa   Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker   So proper, hammer time, gun cocker   Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya   Egg shell on the scale for my snow coppers   Don't ask what I sell, shit I'm Bet Crocker      Hook      Verse 2   Malice:   Mirror mirror, who's the fairest?   Tricked a buck fifty on that horse and carriage   Must admit, nothing like these karats   Them hoes holla back just like they parrots   Down to the watches, alligator strap   Six different time zones, I don't set her back   17 a brick, yeah, run and tell 'em that   I got the wamp wamp when I move it its still damp   Mildew-ish when I heat it, it turn gluish   It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish   I get paper, it seems I get foolish   Take it to Jacob and play "Which hues the bluest?"   We ain't browsing, luxurious housing   Pull up so mean with the Angel bowing   Or with the emblem bearing the stallion   European custom, the leathers Italian      Hook      Verse 3   The Clipse:   Pusha-T:   So much glamour, that I can't stand the   Bright from the ice, chain xenon lamp ya   Depression in ya mind like a free frame camera   The white tape tight like ya seen on pampers   What's under the couch, probably freeze up Santa   What ever it cost baby we got answers   Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers   "We Got it for Cheap" that's the Re-Up anthem   Malice:   By far the coldest, '06 Lotus   0 to 60, hocus pocus   The feds don't know so they stick they noses   While we off the coast, proposing toasts   Hoes and mo' shit, the family close knit   And deep like the Hutus You cockroaches   Just like the flow, the fo's ferocious   I tuck you in. homie. "Buenos noches"      Hook