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Artist: Kanye West
Album: College Dropout Unreleased
Song: WoW
Typed by: ricorendezvous@hotmail.com
Chorus
I go to Jacob wit 25 thou, you go wit 25 hundred, WoW
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single d*mn nigg*, WoW
Verse 1
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, WoW
Yall want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town, how your wife gon say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the Ye
And yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow
When yall pull up whether to stop or keep goin
I got Gs, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin, tucked in strap showin
How he get seven tvs in that lac lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin to sell work and dont get s**t from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios wont give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your as* capped
And thats that
Chorus
Verse 2
Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me c*ck star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mob-stars
Gingerbread man even says Youre a monster
Remember that, uh-huh, thats that trek s**t
Remember back in 92 used to catch reck s**t
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago
Uh-huh thats the one, now cut my check b*tch
And I aint feelin that Lexus or that CLK
See me like d*mn A C L K?
Yeah thats how we eatin and, keep us looking peace and then
I aint kno we rap as good as he do beats and then
Chorus
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, WoW
Yall want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town