[Produced by Madlib and Kanye West] [Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson Junie Morrison] La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far [Hook: Kanye West Junie Morrison] No more parties in L. I wasn't even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only got hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowin' the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em, really I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't goin' back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.