Wow! Lyrics by Kanye West
(Intro)
Introducing
Mister I Ain’t Know You Did That
And Mister Oh That’s My Favorite Shit
And Mister Damn! I Wish That Was A Single
And Uh Like Noreaga said it goes…
(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow
(Verse 1)
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town, how your wife gon say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the Ye
And yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow
When yall pull up whether to stop or keep goin
I got G’s, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin, tucked in strap showin
How he get seven tv’s in that ‘lac ‘lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your ass capped
And that’s that
(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow
(Verse 2)
Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mob-stars
Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster”
Remember that, uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit
Remember back in ’92 niggas used to catch reck shit
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago
Uh-huh that’s the one, now cut my check bitch
And I ain't feeling that Lexus - more that CLK
See me like "damn! A CLK!?”
Yeah that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then
I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats, and then
(Hook)
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow
(Verse 3)
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town
Now niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, shite handle, I got jungle fever
You know the rules, five up close, one gon leave ya
You don’t know about Kanye? Son gon teach you
What’s the first thing that popped in yo mind when I was poppin this rhyme?
You don’t picture me poppin a 9
See you paralyzed from the top of the spine...
