He's young, he's handsome He's a poet, a prophet And many people believe he will be the champion of the world
Welcome to my workplace This is my "Get Ya Ass Back To Work" face Bedroom storage, kitchen workspace Stick a finger in the pot, see how the work taste SWEET! Call it rock candy When you bake cakes, you keep Betty Crock' handy They say it's best you scratch, fresh new batch Can you smell what The Rock is cookin? Wrestling match 1, 2, 3, ding! We put it in the microwave, not the ring The Vince McMahon of brick weighing Make a wall outta them shits, brick laying The apartments stinker than a fart sent Like walking in Bloomingdales fragrance department You smell fumes, from hells tomb Then it gets moved to the back mail room That's where it's packaged to deliver All through the city, and right across the river Welcome to my workplace Better than MacCartney with the Beatles when I work base Get it in, get it out, steady work pace Last time it was tested, my work aced it Dude I can't feel my faced it Sat back like I am wasted The J.P. Morgan of the coke business Your moneys funny and I ain't in the joke business Hi and bye on the phone, I never spoke business What the fuck I do ain't these folks business Bitches half-naked, niggas fully loaded Speaks for itself, don't even gotta promote it This that Loso's Way Everybody want that Loso's Way
