Yeah, yeah
You are now rockin' with the illest, the illest
I'm cheffin' with the skillets
Play the game, now I call the shots like I'm Billis, yeah
Movin' paper in The Office like I'm Phyllis
Lookin' high, turn the tables like I'm Skrillex
Swear I was the nice guy, they turned me to the villain
Way they look at me all condescending, I just made a killin'
They don't know
I guess I don't fit the mold
Everybody runnin' hella game, I just pick and roll
Roll down to the east side
Old chos get the peace sign
Ocho with the Bengals
That cho's a diva
Spent a year in the desert
Now it's back to the freezer
Now it's back to remindin' the cats that caught the amnesia
It's me I'm Pack, and I'm back for the rest of it, nice to meet ya
Ooh yeah I like them chicks
Ooh yeah they got them big booties
That get them all in the clubs without they licenses
Seven days a week and now they never know what night it is
Oh my, oh my
