[Verse 1:]
Keep it one hundred, I'm one hundred and one,
I ain't talkin' Dalmatians, up under the sun
On the road to Damascus, gun and a suit,
You either comin' with some products or you comin' for loot.
I'm comin' with the peace so I'm chuckin' the deuce,
I ain't tryna run a train, I'm just in the caboose,
And I'm tryna give these niggas the truth,
I ain't ‘bout to spazz on ‘em, give ‘em light,
I'm just doin' my Zeus.
Rubbin' on her body just like a masseuse,
And it's money like a hobby for you to seduce,
But if you blink twice, nigga, you can Medusa,
See the snakes in here, look at Satan there.
I pray that you niggas all playin' fair,
You can't help but stare as you face the glare, yeah!
I'm not up on in short yellow
With a helmet on my head while I'm eatin' marshmallows,
Playin' jigsaw while I'm pickin' off devils,
I can rock this shit on all levels,
Straight up out the ES, journey over BS,
I'm like a hundred kilos stuffed in the Prius.
I'm goin' hard till they free us.
[Chorus:]
Hold up, wait a minute,
Let me put some season in this gumbo.
Hold up, wait a minute,
Let me put some season in this gumbo.
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, for you.
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, for you.
[Verse 2:]
Have you ever put your hand over fire just to see what you could tolerate?
And you can find no escape,
Life is a Dominatrix waitin' for shit to pollinate
To make you mind your mistakes.
Keepin' my chin down, nose clean with my guards up,
Charged up ‘cause this ghetto got me scarred up,
Yes, I'm the child with the crookedest smile,
Look at my foul, look at what the star bucks.
You can't swim if you don't paddle,
Wake up in the morning with my nose to the gravel,
Bloodhound for that Federal Reserve Note,
That's when I noticed the switch niggas just turned coats.
It's the way of the world, carry the weight of the world,
Carry a blade too for they forsake you,
Yeah, I'm the vision from the night I was born
To be the eye of the tiger in the eye of the storm.
I own a clock, ain't no need for alarms,
Just get on your A-game when it's time to perform,
Yeah, and I can show you what it feels like,
The moment they want you defeated but yet you still fight.
So what it feel like?
[Chorus:]
Hold up, wait a minute,
Let me put some season in this gumbo.
Hold up, wait a minute,
Let me put some season in this gumbo.
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, for you.
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, flavor,
Whole lot of flavor, for you.