KAMEHAMEHA

KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA! [Oh, man, ahh, ahhh}
They don’t make rapper like they used to!
Back when yo pockets fat that was buku
Back when my favorite jacket was fubu
Back when my favorite black girl was nunu
Back when my cellular phone flip
Jeff Gordon nascar jacket but no whip
Member fifties, and I dropped through the whole diss
Sold em ten a pop with the promise of no skips
R&b singers will still kids
I got some p**sy sh*t
Thought I was little fiz
I don’t pull it out just to show you
Now I gotta hit you with that Goku
KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA! [Oh, man, ahh, ahhh}
I guess I’m just the best at being independent
Reinventing, take a minute
Had to change a few conditions, took my homies
Made a business
I been workin with my pencil, now this shit is getting simple
We don’t need no label, pu***s pulling strings
On their menstrual
N**as hate the way I look, I ain’t never play no crook
How you finna read me n***a, we ain’t playin by the book
Stacking flows, Mackin h**s
She a freak, talk is cheap
Show em let me hit it, I just beat my d*** forcedly
Kamehameha, Kamehameh, Kamehame, Kamehameh
KAMEHAMEHA!
KAMEHAMEHA!
OH!