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Last Call

Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost

For making me do this shit, muh'fucker

Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room

'Cause they don't fucking

I'd like to propose a toast

I said toast motherfucker

And I am

(Here's to The Roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

(Mr Rocafella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky

This is the last call for alcohol, for the

So get your ass up off the bar

The all around the world, Digital Underground, Pac

The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc

I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame

And come back next year with the whole fucking game

Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top

They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop

Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself

Rocafella's only niggaz that help

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair

Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air here

They say he bourgie, he big headed

Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is

Flow infectious, give me ten seconds

I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas

It's funny how wasn't nobody interested

'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus

And I am

(Here's to The Roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

(Mr Rocafella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky

This is the last call for alcohol, for the

So get your ass up off the bar

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes, sir

Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes, sir

Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest

But all they got left is this guy called West

Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def

Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z

I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and, ooh

It come out sweeter than old Sadie

Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards

Girl, he had with him, ass coulda' won the horse awards

And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye

I'm almost Raymond

Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame him?

It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him

Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryin' to shine

Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme

Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem

Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams

I use it as my gas so they say that I'm gassed

But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh

So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more

You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more

You can't say shit to Kanye West no more

I rocked twenty thousand people, I was just on tour, nigga

I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don

Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom

I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards

I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars

I went to the malls and I balled too hard

Oh, my God, is that a black card?

I turned around and replied, why, yes

But I prefer the term African American Express

Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell

Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to

Killin y'all, niggaz, on that lyrical shit

Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips

And I am

(Here's to The Roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them

(Mr. Rocafella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky

This is the last call for alcohol, for the

So get your ass up off the bar

Last call for alcohol, for my niggaz

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