S.K.T.Y.U.

(Google Boy, am I a Google Boy? Am I a-) We're on the coast of Nigeria Next year we'll be in Siberia We're the worldwide travelers, every airline we've been passengers And we don't make figures, we go figure Making connections like gold diggers No American dream, this ain't Hilfiger But we're going global and we're mils richer Hah, airplane the mode is on (Google Boy) Hop on a jet, we gone (Google Boy) I just got my visa, we on (Google Boy) Yeah, yeah I go where I want, fugio Stack up the cards, Yugi-Oh The whole world is my studio Yeah, yeah Aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! (What? okay, yeah, let's go) Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! (What? okay, yeah, let's go) (Google Boy, am I a Google Boy? Am I- Am I a Google Boy? Am I a Google Boy? Am I a-) They busy washin' they hands after launderin' money They tried to foil our plans, I think that it's funny I proctor my gambles like Procter and Gamble I stay watchin' Scandal, I'm watching their scandals Your values ain't worth all the dirt in my sandals I got some leverage for shit you can't handle Mismatched Canadian tux Green eye won't give you good luck I'm too clean, I still got the suds I'm movin' with integral sums Mismatched Canadian tux Green eye won't give you good luck I'm too clean, I still got the suds I'm movin' with integral sums Fit purple haze Killa Cam these pigs killin' on cam Brew me an herbal remedy I'm straight-edge, no Xan Tinted big body black truck Coupe and sedan, no vans Quick pull-up to the shoe shop Stan Smiths, Jordans and Vans The keys to the kingdom stay locked in a safe, up and away So that when these shooters think one day it's for the take We run 'em they fade Said the keys to the kingdom stay locked in a safe, up and away So that when these shooters think one day it's for the take We run 'em they fade Tones Aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! (What? okay, yeah, let's go) Aye, aye, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! yeah, S.K.T.Y.U.! (What? okay, yeah, let's go) Bottoms up for the sneak attack You took one of ours, so we'll take you back Deadbolt the door, chain him to the rack Don't kill the lights, fade it to the black Now everybody's comin' at your neck Somethin' about an""off with your head"" I do not diss the dead So moment of silence, quiet on the set