Kanye West — Wow

[Intro] Introducing Mister I-Ain't-Know-You-Did-That And Mister Oh-That's-My-Favorite-Shit And Mister Ah-Damn-I-Wish-That-Was-a-Single And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh! [Chorus] I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou' You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow) I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) "H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week You did a thou' in a month (Wow) Y'all niggas 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 going I got Gs, rock rock 'n' roll tees with no sleeves Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin' How he get seven TVs in that ‘lac-‘lac? Three in the front, two in the back, two in that back-back While you in that hatchback And try to sell work and don’t get shit 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, nigga) And that’s that [Chorus] I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou' You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow) I got eleven plaques on my wall 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 mobsters 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 wreck," shit Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout three 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 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 twenty-five thou' You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow) I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) "H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week You did a thou' in a month (Wow) Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town [Verse 3] Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater Black strap, white 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 your mind While I was popping this rhyme? You don't picture popping a nine? See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine...