Close your eyes and imagine, the magic, of Vegas on acid, Seen through some Saint Laurent glasses I realized that I've arrived When it take more than a magazine to kill my vibe Does he write his own rhymes? Well, sort of... I think 'em. ...That means I've forgot better shit than you've ever thought of. Damn. Is he really that caught up? I ask - When you're talkin' 'bout classics, do my name get brought up? I remember when I couldn't afford a Ford Escort, or even a 4-track recorder So it's only right that I let the top drop, on the drop top Proches For yourself, thats important If you're a stripper named Porche and you get tips from any man, then your fat friend, her nickname is miniiiiiiiiiiii vaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Woooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh excuse me, that's just the henny, man