Wow Lyrics[Intro]IntroducingMister I-Ain't-Know-You-Did-ThatAnd Mister Oh-That's-My-Favorite-ShitAnd Mister Ah-Damn-I-Wish-That-Was-a-SingleAnd uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh![Chorus]I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'You go with twenty-five hundred WowI got eleven plaques on my wall right nowYou got your first gold single—damn, nigga! Wow"H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a weekYou did a thou' in a month WowY'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow downKanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town[Verse 1]How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life?But she still wanna pump the 'Ye?And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin'Cause these canaries so yellowWhen y'all pull up, whether to stop or keep goingI got Gs, rock rock 'n' roll tees with no sleevesTats showin', tucked in, strap showin'How he get seven TVs in that lac-lac?Three in the front, two in the back, two in that back-backWhile you in that hatchbackAnd try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs backAnd try to rap, the studios won't give you ya DATs backAnd try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped That's all, niggaAnd that’s that[Chorus]I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'You go with twenty-five hundred WowI got eleven plaques on my wall right nowYou got your first gold single—damn, nigga! Wow[Verse 2]Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-starBillboard pop star, neighborhood block starChi-Town go-getting pimps, we mobstersGingerbread man even says, “You’re a monster”Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shitRemember back in ’92, niggas used to "catch wreck," shitRemember that track I tracked for you 'bout three months ago?Uh-huh, that’s the one—now cut my check, bitchAnd I ain't feeling that LexusMore that CLK; see me like, "Damn, a CL, K?”Yeah, that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then"I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats," and then[Chorus]I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'You go with twenty-five hundred WowI got eleven plaques on my wall right nowYou got your first gold single—damn, nigga! Wow"H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a weekYou did a thou' in a month WowY'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow downKanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town[Verse 3]Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heaterBlack strap, white handle, I got jungle feverYou know the rules, five up close, one gon' leave yaYou don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach youWhat's the first thing that popped in your mindWhile I was popping this rhyme?You don't picture popping a nine?See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine...