Released: February 1, 2010
Songwriter: Mac Miller
[Intro]
Yo, what's up? It's Mac Miller, chillin' right here (Haha)
With that veggie DJ, DJ Clockwork (Let's get it)
That loves to eat vegetables, he also likes to scratch (Haha)
And do some DJ shit (Haha)
And he's a big-ass hipster (Let's get it), and he likes hipster bitches
Oh, uh, uh, uh
We takin' it back with this one
Mac Miller, you need to check the rhyme
You need to check the rhyme
It's ill every time (That real hip-hop)
So all my playas, check the rhyme (Look, uh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Well, it's a mothеrfuckin' Mac comin' back with the A-team
Just waiting, sittin' in a daydream (What?), laying on a hammock
Tryna rеlax, goddammit
Not tryna hear your panic, antics
Am sicker than the chicken-pox when I rock (Rock)
Still spittin' everything, they hot, leave 'em shocked (Shocked)
Like they just seen a ghost or somethin'
The oldest youngin with a dope flow, it's nothin' (Haha)
I look pretty average, spit way above that
People holla when they see me, say, "What's up, Mac?" (What up?)
Young crap, I ain't tryna touch that
Dumbass cops here, fuck that, always wanna cuff Mac
Run tracks and I'm done fast (Done fast)
Got you right under my nose like a mustache
Y'all rodents, muskrats, stuck like a thumb tack
Foot tap, you could see me up where the funk at (Haha)
Take a little time, come and check the rhyme
And this just some lyrical exercise
Tryna stay in shape like a polygon, it's on
Hoes stay obsessed, always call me when I'm gone
"Can you come over?", "I'm busy, it's important"
"What could you be doin' at five in the mornin'?"
"Um, um, recordin', doin' shit for Class Clown"
"Well, who is that girl in the background?"
"Haha, you caught me, I guess you got me"
I just can't keep 'em off me, they somethin' like the paparazzi
Goin' for the kill like a kamikaze (Haha)
No clothes ever on her body, haha
Your whole team gotten on her probably
She always seem like she on the molly
But, hey, I'm just a boy, I'm sorry
[Outro]
What? What?
Mac Miller
Pittsburgh
We gon' do it like this
Yo, what's up? It's Mac Miller, chillin' right here (Haha)
With that veggie DJ, DJ Clockwork (Let's get it)
That loves to eat vegetables, he also likes to scratch (Haha)
And do some DJ shit (Haha)
And he's a big-ass hipster (Let's get it), and he likes hipster bitches
Oh, uh, uh, uh
We takin' it back with this one
Mac Miller, you need to check the rhyme
You need to check the rhyme
It's ill every time (That real hip-hop)
So all my playas, check the rhyme (Look, uh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Well, it's a mothеrfuckin' Mac comin' back with the A-team
Just waiting, sittin' in a daydream (What?), laying on a hammock
Tryna rеlax, goddammit
Not tryna hear your panic, antics
Am sicker than the chicken-pox when I rock (Rock)
Still spittin' everything, they hot, leave 'em shocked (Shocked)
Like they just seen a ghost or somethin'
The oldest youngin with a dope flow, it's nothin' (Haha)
I look pretty average, spit way above that
People holla when they see me, say, "What's up, Mac?" (What up?)
Young crap, I ain't tryna touch that
Dumbass cops here, fuck that, always wanna cuff Mac
Run tracks and I'm done fast (Done fast)
Got you right under my nose like a mustache
Y'all rodents, muskrats, stuck like a thumb tack
Foot tap, you could see me up where the funk at (Haha)
Take a little time, come and check the rhyme
And this just some lyrical exercise
Tryna stay in shape like a polygon, it's on
Hoes stay obsessed, always call me when I'm gone
"Can you come over?", "I'm busy, it's important"
"What could you be doin' at five in the mornin'?"
"Um, um, recordin', doin' shit for Class Clown"
"Well, who is that girl in the background?"
"Haha, you caught me, I guess you got me"
I just can't keep 'em off me, they somethin' like the paparazzi
Goin' for the kill like a kamikaze (Haha)
No clothes ever on her body, haha
Your whole team gotten on her probably
She always seem like she on the molly
But, hey, I'm just a boy, I'm sorry
[Outro]
What? What?
Mac Miller
Pittsburgh
We gon' do it like this