Breakfast lyrics - Curren$y

Some of the good things that weed can do

PSA: let me start shooting 'em fucking commercials

(Jets in the house)

I'm, so cold with it the potency of the beat

Is consistent with the fact that Mos did it

Prolific not shaken or stirred

In the presence of those niggas, herbs

They only after your bread them fucking birds

You think they like your haircut, fair enough

Live your life, partner

Guess I could keep them two cents in my pocket

Add that to these underground rap Dollas

Refused the majors and stay real, I kept my promise

Rolled Bambus in the Bahamas, momma

It's either that or them strawberry coladas

Xbox web browser, download an updated NBA roster

Play an eighty-two game season

Condo full of snacks, Spitta not leaving

Off-brand muthafuckas

Odd number, you are not even on my level

Write that sickness my ink pen sneezing

Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleeping

You ear hustling mothafucka and I'm eating

Creeping with my side bitch

Hope I don't get caught cheating

New Orleans this morning, New York in this evening

Squinting they eyes and shit they can't see him

Fly in the house, buzzing, them bugs can't be him

Illegible letters in my ledger they can't read 'em

Smiling, money piling, I'm cheesing

Odometer broken I ain't know that I was speeding

Fast living, sloe gin for these bitches

I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga

SV Diablo, '96 wings lift, Daniel-san crane kick

Wah!

[Mos Def:]

You're the best, around

You're the best, around

You're the best, around

You're the best, around