lyrics
Verse 1:
Everyday is a new chance
b-boy stance, heart of a true champ
tryin' to build my future, just usin my 2 hands
hungry gotta find a way to eat, no food stamps
grind hard, celebrate hard
buyin out the bar is why u get a day job
if you can not handle all this mess & chaos
go home and do nothin practice meditation
S-P-A y'all, synonymous with crazy
known to celebrate like Madonna in the 80's
like the Yanks in the 90's
the Yanks like cheddar
now we champs again son thanks Steinbrenner
I'm a new boss, Jersey out to New York
toast to Mike Jack-son, do the moon walk
no cash in the bank, stash in a shoebox
so toast when you see me don't be mad at your dude Spa
Verse 2:
Cause I'm carrying the torch
still in love with the game most got married and divorced
I'm a real lyricist, you hear it when I talk
I make hit songs too it's the cherry on the top
most of y'all know your tooth is sweet
it's why everthing I spit in the booth's a treat
not to mention everytime it's the truth I speak
rubberband on my wrist, no jewelery
I still like to look fresh
if they don't see me comin they gon hear my footsteps
and hear the flow yo, unless your hood's deaf
and you know, I got more quotes then a bookshelf
so toast when u c me, start promotin my cd
live 1 second at a time, slow motion on tv
i toast to my sizelf, I'm focused on me, me
so toast when u c me, toast, toast, when u c me
Verse 3:
I'd deliver a speech
but drank so much liquor that my liver is weak
actually I'm stumblin, another shot
my count says it's number 10
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