There It Is

Are you serious?
Okay, envision this! Hmm
Look, picture me leanin'
Black on black in the Charger I’m creepin'
Rub me the right way, you might get a genie
B.o.B, black Houdini
But this is not magic, you actually seen this
Glide up the street like a broom I’m sweepin'
And I see no reason
To give the game back, I’m selfish, I’m keepin'
DJ Spins, Mr. Southern Swagger
Hello my nigga MLK, DJ Scream
And we present to you
One of the hottest young niggas out the Decatur streets
My nigga B.o.B
Get 'em!
Look, picture me leanin'
Black on black in the Charger I’m creepin'
Rub me the right way, you might get a genie
B.o.B, black Houdini
But this is not magic, you actually seen this
Glide up the street like a broom I’m sweepin'
And I see no reason
To give the game back, I’m selfish, I’m keepin'
And on this mic, I’m a devil I’m a demon
Hemp Squad on deck, and several bitches screamin'
«SKUUUUU!» Believe me
Eastside, me high
On some stuff, you couldn’t get without a budget
But I got ten of those — so fuck it!
But that’s a long subject
So let’s get back to how the boy does it
When I pull up at the red light, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
And when I pull up at the BG, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
And when I’m ridin through your neighborhood, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
No matter where I go, ain’t gotta say my name, they like
Yeahhh — there it is
HOOD RICH!
Oh oh okay they must not know
So let me introduce myself, yes I’m B to the O
To the B to the O to the B to the O
B, Eastside’s where I’m from, Candler Road (Eastside!!)
Huh, so as the story is told
I grew up in the hood so I struggled at home
Struggled bein broke, still grew up and rose
To the status where I’m at, with B. Rich on a boat
And swag still with me, Hemp Squad you know
And when we at our shows girls throw us they clothes
So I don’t care what you do with the hoe
She a freak so she know what to do with a pole
And I ain’t sayin' that’s the usual code
But you know girls, they do what they doe
I mean they do what they do
And Trey said show 'em what my music can do
When I pull up at the red light, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
And when I pull up at the BB, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
And when I’m ridin through your neighborhood, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
No matter where I go, ain’t gotta say my name, they like
Yeahhh — there it is
Ha! Back again back again
Ridin Funkadelic, folk ask about my rims
Like «B.o.B — are those 10's?»
Matter fact, you backwards nigga, add 'em up again
Plus 20, that’s 30 (30?)
Uhh, yeah, you heard me!
And I know that’s kinda big
But I’m a big nigga so I’m on that kind of shit
And this song I just knocked it out
B.o.B, Hemp Squad, I’m clockin' out
When I pull up at the red light, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
And when I pull up at the BG, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
And when I’m ridin through your neighborhood, e’rybody like
Yeahhh — there it is
No matter where I go, ain’t gotta say my name, they like
Yeahhh — there it is