DOPENESS (feat. CL)
[Taboo]
(Booyah!)
We live and direct
From that inner space outer space
Invading your space
[will.i.am & CL]
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope, oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
I’m doper than a dope boy
Make a lotta dough, call me doughboy
Rocking Yves Saint Laurent coat boy
Control the whole game remote, boy (booyah!)
Motherfucker, I’m a superstar
Shine so bright like quasar
Stay on point like a laser
Willy got so much flavor (booyah!)
Wanna know about me, go to Wiki-Wiki
I’mma time bomb bouta ticky ticky
Sent me on top onna tippy tippy
Only fly chickens, I’m picky picky (booyah!)
So ill I’m sicky sicky
Yeah, got the liquor, you can sippy sippy
Me love you long time, no quicky quicky
Lotta girl on my dang dang diggy diggy
[will.i.am & CL]
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope, oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
[apl.de.ap]
I knock em out the box, boy
I ain’t something you could stop, boy (booyah!)
I’m on fire, yeah, I’m hot, boy
And I’m that flavor that you’re not, boy (booyah!)
I got ‘em sweating like a fat man
I’m all up in your head like a cat scan
Delete ‘em and throw ‘em in the trash can
Attack ‘em with the boom-bap original rap man (booyah!)
[Taboo]
I’m the cream of the crop, boy
Supreme cause I’m sitting on top, boy
I make it crack cause I rock, boy
Constant means that tab don’t stop, boy (booyah!)
I kill the game and the coaches
Spray lead, now they running like roaches
Dead prez, now here come the vultures
Make bread ‘cause I’m coming with that dopeness
[will.i.am & CL]
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
[will.i.am]
(Drop the beat)
Body blow, body blow, hit the floor
Fight over ring the bell baby di-di-di-ding
T.K.O., comatose adios
Slow motion on you, muddafuckah (booyah!)
Super man, super gun make ‘em run
Shoot em down with the wicky wicky ba-ba-ba-bang
Automatic now ya body looking polkadotted
Blood splattered when I hit ya with the (booyah!)
Whiplash, get the cash, get the ching ching
Get the gold, get the jewels, get the bli-bli-bli-bling
Get the money, get the cash, get the dough
Ten hundred twenties, baby, get that (booyah!)
Dollar sign, dollar sign on the brain, on the mental
Got money on my mah-mah-mah-mind
Make ‘em stop, hammer time
Hustle time, keep on hustling
[will.i.am & CL]
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope, oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
[CL]
I’m doper than the dope game
Making more money than the dope, man
You see me double fisted holding champagne
Got turnt up till I had no brain
Motherfucker, I’ma rockstar
In a G6 eatin’ up the caviar
Started from the bottom, now I’m outta here
Started from the bottom, now I’m outta here (booyah!)
I be on my hustle getting busy-busy
Tokyo to Brussels got me dizzy dizzy
Travel round the world like: Where is she, is she?
All my girlfriends looking pretty, petty
I keep it 100, never 50/50
I keep it hip-hop, never hippy hippy
I don’t luh da coco, no sniffy sniffy
I got soul cause Seoul is my city city
[will.i.am & CL]
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope, oh
I feel like I’m made of solid gold
Aye, yo baby, I’m super duper super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope
I’m super, baby, I’m super dope