Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages

Come on down

It's the greatest show on earth


Welcome everybody, with ease

I'm the man on the flying trapeze

Never slip wit the quickest of grip

Give back with a cap to tip


Known to captivate

Putting out flames with gasoline

Rip City

Dame Dollar Billy

4th quarter god

Put my name in ya mouth, really


Feels good

Knocking on wood

Hope my luck keeps up

Wish I could

Tell my young self


Lost in the wind

It'll all make sense out in the end

And you don't even really need to groove

But if can't dance maybe just move

Off the dance floor cuz it's our time

For-get the day

Let's celebrate life (Hey)


Hey hey

Keep it pretty

She a stunna

Be a gunner

Big City


Hey yo

Shot caller

Be the change

Keep the change

Keep ballin


Hey hey

Don't matter Forget what they say

Kill the noise

Beat the chatter


Same jersey on my back

Same view

Take em off the streets

Bright light like Hollywood


No trace

Outta place

So bad with a name and a face

But I remember how ya made me feel though

And if it's good thats mass appeal (Uh)

And whatcha status yield it aint' shit

It's what ya kin folk say thats some real spit

And if it put ya heals and run

Thats how I know that the game is done


Feels good

Knocking on wood

Hope my luck keeps up

Wish I could

Tell my young self

Lost in the wind

It'll all work out in the end

And you don't even really need to groove

But if can't dance maybe just move

Off the dance floor cuz it's our time

For-get the day

Let's celebrate life


Hey hey hey

Keep it pretty

She a stunna

Be a gunner

Big City


Hey hey

Shot caller

Be the change

Keep the change

Keep ballin


Hey hey

It don't matter

Forget what they say

Kill the noise

Beat the chatter


Same jersey on my back same view yo

Take em off the streets

Bright light like Hollywood


Aye sum keep hundred

She a gunna

She a stunner

On a runner

She areal good looker

Got a cooker

And a sub woffa

Fresh like a cooler

Oh sure

Ya feeling thirsty

Saw me standing

Told me boy ya gotta search me

Heard ya handy

Heard u cut it like a surgeon

Baby heard U feelin close metamorphis


Oh u a real shot caller

Keep em on they toes

Free throws to a baller

Shoot the rock calling bottoms

When ya shot em

Eyes on her throttle

Make em Hollar till ya got em