[Talking:]
Damn… I mean… when this shit come on right here… (Dub-C)
I mean… you gotta put yo hands up (Dub)… you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C)
I mean I’m looking around right now and I don’t know what’s real… I mean I seein all this bullshit on TV… all these weirdoes out here, I don’t know what's going on but… Uhh…

If it’s on then it’s on let me know that it’s on
If it aint really on… tell me what's going on
If it’s on then it’s on let me know that it’s on
Cuz… Uh-Ohhh… It’s my reality show
If it’s all for the dough and it’s really a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to blow
If it’s on then it’s on let me know that it’s on
Cuz… Uh-Ohhh…

Man up… time to put ya hands up
I come too far to lay down, so imma stand up
And let the truth be told
Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap shit ain't nothing but hoes
“what's the Flava?” ain't no greater
Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the party with the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I take the strap and reload
And tune you niggaz in to my reality show
First up? never the least...
I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast… Imma start in the east
The “Big Brother” when hip hop
Was just like L.A…. radio done sold their sole