This is it. The end before the beginning. The final whiff of aromatic mind grounds from Swizz Beatz' One Man Band Man—out tomorrow—this time with hints of lunacy from Wayne, Kellz and Kiss. Parse, crib and annotate, then forget it all because OMBM has nothing to do with lyrics.
Vous le vous vouche avec moi b--ches
Showtime (Re- Remix)
Come, come on
You know what time it is right (Re- Remix)
Come, come on
Showtime (Re-Remix)
You know what time it is right (Re- Remix)
Grab the steering wheel
Chillin in my beamer
Sittin on me phantom
Listening to Ether
Listening to the anthem
Weezy da band man, one man band man
Your girl with me, cell phone she don’t answer
He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix)
So I let her lick the rapper
She take care of me and all me homeboys after
Jump off, jump off, the girl is a jump off
I let her snort a mountain and she gets jumped off
Jump off, jump off, you know she a jump off
Pulled my d--- out and watch her jump on jump off
You make it so hard when it sounds so basic
Chevy grill lookin like a set of new braces
Southside baby, we outside baby
Smokin on the spinach like Popeye baby
Sha do al la front ya ala my riches
Bonjour money
And oeuvre b--ches
Il ne petite, we do it the biggest
And nu ne rats me and we ain’t snitches
Now can you tell me how good my French is
Vous le vous vouche avec moi b--ches
Ok now it’s time to bring the big boy out
Kells
Hi, hi nice to meet cha, it’s Kells the freaker
Mr. Bump and Grind, Mr. Song of the Weeker
R& B singer, Mr. Defeater
Sixteen years and still comin through ya speaker
Mr. Pied Piper, b---- I’m on fire
Don’t trust me I’mma billboard shyster
I got dream girls watcha wanna do
Got them chicks singing (ladies) and I am telling you
Up in the club, flossin like a don
Album bought to drop so you b---hes betta run
Making a moon while having sex to the song
After sex, I beat my chest like I’m King Kong
Ice so cleared out everybody move
Haters on D I’m bout to take these fools (ladies)
Everytime I shoot a shot it’s like Swizz
Everytime I shoot a shot it’s like Swizz
Everytime I shoot a shot it’s like Swizz
I’m in the building and I’m looking for a snitch (Kells)
Walk out the studio man it’s a hit (showtime)
Back in the studio and do the remix
I’m in that Mob 5 with a bad chick
(Y’all know we not playin with y’all man)
Hop out five paparrzies going thick
Hold up (Kells snitches)
Wait a minute
I’m back from vacation (Swizz Beatz snitches)
Hold up wait a minute
You know what I was doing
Chillin in my beezer
With my mama mia
She smoking a caheeba
With my sun seeker
For those of you don’t know that’s just a yacht with a deck
Ya’ll talk about your cars what you got up on your neck
I show you my portfoilio, straight disrespect
Them Rembrandts, Basquiats you couldn’t write a check
No, you betta think about it yeah you betta think about it
You better hit the damn bar get a drink about it
I’m straight loco don’t care about no po po
Only big weight what you think I roll with Joe for
Wanna talk crazy go and meet my fo fo
There go that po po
To jam in that enzo
To jam in that spike
To jam in the G2
Bet you can’t catch me though
Double z’s on my whip put the grease on her lips
Took her to the mind come and threw
Throw the, throw the D on the b---
Freeze
Remix
You know who it is, it’s me b---hes
Takin over, the waitin’s over
We bringing it back like bakin soda
I don’t stop squeezing til your face is over (my album’s crazy)
I’ll be on vacation till the case is over (we’re not done)
Bottles everywhere, club full of women (I can’t give y’all everything man)
Gucci sneaks, good cuff on the denim
A few birds, two look outs, and three pitches
You c----suckers know who it is
It’s me -itches