Off jump, boo, cudi get ya funk Hit ya in your head then it work it to your rump Hate a nigga scared, hey leave him off stump They gotta like a nigga Call me Obama Not a hype beast while you beast for the hype Yea I´m the underdog, story of my life Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice Once as a slave who imagined bein´ free And made it out happy for his family and his seed And now me, you can call me mister friendly One life to live, but no actin´ on my nigga Friendy Can´t stand evil bitches when they befriend me All they do is envy and plot up on my loins I give you options, baby flip a coin You get McDonalds, forget the sirloin Hatin´ my mackin´, they askin´
Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world of voice? Is there any love In this world?