What? You wanna ball with the kid?
Watch your step, you might fall
Trying to do what I did
Mama, uh, mama, uh mama, come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad 'cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali, he told me I'm the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser
DJ, play another from the prince of this
Your highness, only bad chicks ride in my whips
South to the west to the east to the north
Bought my hits and watch 'em go off, go off
Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot