Wow lyrics

[Intro]
Introducing
Mister I-Ain't-Know-You-Did-That
And Mister Oh-That's-My-Favorite-sh*t
And Mister Ah-Damn-I-Wish-That-Was-a-Single
And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh!

[Chorus]
I go to Jacob with 25 thou'
You go with 25 hundred (Wow)
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single—damn, n*gga! (Wow)
"H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week
You did a thou' in a month (Wow)
Y'all n*ggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down
Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town

[Verse 1]
How your wife gon' say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the 'Ye?
And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin'
'Cause these canaries so yellow, when y'all pull up, whether to stop or keep goin'
I got G's, rock rock 'n' roll tees with no sleeves
Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin'
"How he get 7 TVs in that 'Lac-'Lac?"
3 in the front, 2 in the back, t2 in that back-back
While you in that Hatchback
And try to sell work and don’t get sh*t from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya DATs back
And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, n*gga)
And that’s that
[Chorus]
I go to Jacob with 25 thou'
You go with 25 hundred (Wow)
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single—damn, n*gga! (Wow)

[Verse 2]
Magazines call me a rock star, b*tches call me c*ck-star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town, Go-Getter pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even says, “You’re a monster”
Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that 'Shrek' sh*t
Remember back in ’92, n*ggas used to "catch wreck" sh*t?
Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout three months ago?
Uh-huh, that’s the one—now cut my check, b*tch
And I ain't feeling that Lexus – more that CLK
See me, like, "Damn, a CL, K?”
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

[Chorus]
I go to Jacob with 25 thou'
You go with 25 hundred (Wow)
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single—damn, n*gga! (Wow)
"H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week
You did a thou' in a month (Wow)
Y'all n*ggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down
Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town
[Verse 3]
Now, n*ggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, white handle, I got 'Jungle Fever'
You know the rules, 5 up close, 1 gon' leave ya
You don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach you
What's the first thing that popped in your mind
While I was popping this rhyme?
You don't picture me poppin' a nine?
See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine...