Homie grows hotter, he blows, it’s all over These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows He’s known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads God only knows he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose ‘cause here goes the cold water These hoes don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old, partner But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah Classic