Songtexte:
Chase And Status Take You There

the past grimmly That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street Through all the pap grease and street chases Sudden raids and confrontations

soup you up In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold And if you don't agree, you's a

Scoob, you fixing to get schooled How could you just diss dude and do something this crude? You, motherfucking fool you, I taught you patterns Had to

on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit, got my feet up on you sofa, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to beer shifts and there

and them, trick Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me? Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all, you

gotta look like Tevin Campbell, but still I gamble Hustle and scramble 'cause money is muscles in this damn zoo And in order to make it, you gotta take

So Ibrahim, can you tell me, why did you come here? What dream were you chasing and what did you hope to find here? Did you flee from your own native

Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by themself Even when I was little nothing went my way I got beat up and chased home from school every day And

I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG (And another one!) And my name is