| Song | There He Is |
| Artist | Bobby Creekwater |
| Album | Eminem Presents The Re-Up |
| 作词 : Bongusto, Maman, Rogers | |
| (Intro: Bobby Creekwater) | |
| Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man) | |
| Bobby Creekwater, today's host | |
| Today's narrator, yeah | |
| (We do this shit every year around this time) | |
| Today's what-the-****-ever you wanna call it | |
| But I need y'all to sit back, and listen | |
| Listen man (**** what you write man, just go get 'em) | |
| (Verse 1:) | |
| An executive mindframe, **** tryin to rap | |
| Niggaz represent a corner, I refined the map | |
| Artesian water, this is flow untapped | |
| And rep for 'em like Mike on playoff night; that's if the payoff right | |
| The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them | |
| We +Run the City+ like Diddy and them | |
| The opposition we just pityin them, it's no chance | |
| Put you niggaz in the special olympics is no dance | |
| I'm nice like a meal twice, nigga no grams | |
| Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands! | |
| See, one thing's for sure I'm pure uncut | |
| Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up | |
| Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up | |
| I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up | |
| That's when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk ass up | |
| This is ammonia, **** your face up | |
| Bitches won't even telephone ya | |
| I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya | |
| Ya dig? Take the world over that's the gig | |
| Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig | |
| Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs | |
| Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs | |
| Ever since a nigga got rich | |
| Life is still a bitch but she a high class bitch | |
| I just wanna **** with me a high class bitch | |
| Nigga pitch that on some eyeglass shit | |
| See I classic, enough to get the mics back right | |
| And I'm a fan of record sales, I don't like that hype | |
| I'm here to end it | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| Oh Lord that nigga mean, ain't he? | |
| Yea, goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he? | |
| Yea, see he a greedy baby | |
| But some people tend to call him the return of Shady | |
| There he is - goddamn that nigga clean, ain't he? | |
| Yea, oh Lord that nigga mean, ain't he? | |
| Yea, see he a greedy baby | |
| But some people tend to call him the return of Shady | |
| Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek... | |
| (Verse 2:) | |
| Yea, yeah | |
| Nice like Mike right, you niggaz soft as night lights | |
| Diamond's a tall order I'm just tryin to get the hype right | |
| I'm throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out | |
| Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out | |
| I can't hold out, hot like a fish fried | |
| Who the **** is this guy? The ruler on the disc I | |
| Hit you in your suit coolers, I'm in the Coupe cooler | |
| than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters | |
| A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew | |
| This is just the shit that I am used to | |
| Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to | |
| Now I put the word out - I'm sure you niggaz heard 'bout | |
| Young boss sold money, old school new paint | |
| Ball knowin you can't, give a **** what you think | |
| Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain't | |
| Think you ****in with me then double whatever you drink | |
| You can't fathom what the bitch throwin at him | |
| Couple niggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him | |
| like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance | |
| My vacation fee, ain't no use in hatin me nigga | |
| And don't shit-talk pimp, I'd rather flush | |
| anyone with big enough nuts to come and **** with us | |
| I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes | |
| And you niggaz wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight | |
| What the ****? (yeah) | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuò cí : Bongusto, Maman, Rogers | |
| Intro: Bobby Creekwater | |
| Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen yeah man | |
| Bobby Creekwater, today' s host | |
| Today' s narrator, yeah | |
| We do this shit every year around this time | |
| Today' s whatthe ever you wanna call it | |
| But I need y' all to sit back, and listen | |
| Listen man what you write man, just go get ' em | |
| Verse 1: | |
| An executive mindframe, tryin to rap | |
| Niggaz represent a corner, I refined the map | |
| Artesian water, this is flow untapped | |
| And rep for ' em like Mike on playoff night that' s if the payoff right | |
| The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them | |
| We Run the City like Diddy and them | |
| The opposition we just pityin them, it' s no chance | |
| Put you niggaz in the special olympics is no dance | |
| I' m nice like a meal twice, nigga no grams | |
| Get them bitches out they pants, I did it with no hands! | |
| See, one thing' s for sure I' m pure uncut | |
| Baby you can either stay down or get gunned up | |
| Mr. Night Life, I can give you niggaz sun up | |
| I just get an order, let my niggaz pick the gun up | |
| That' s when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk ass up | |
| This is ammonia, your face up | |
| Bitches won' t even telephone ya | |
| I can space age pimpin, a pocket full of stone ya | |
| Ya dig? Take the world over that' s the gig | |
| Sell enough units have Paul and Jimmy dancin the jig | |
| Roll the Maserati through the city, me and Riggs | |
| Bumpin Obie Trice, shoot a bird at the pigs | |
| Ever since a nigga got rich | |
| Life is still a bitch but she a high class bitch | |
| I just wanna with me a high class bitch | |
| Nigga pitch that on some eyeglass shit | |
| See I classic, enough to get the mics back right | |
| And I' m a fan of record sales, I don' t like that hype | |
| I' m here to end it | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh Lord that nigga mean, ain' t he? | |
| Yea, goddamn that nigga clean, ain' t he? | |
| Yea, see he a greedy baby | |
| But some people tend to call him the return of Shady | |
| There he is goddamn that nigga clean, ain' t he? | |
| Yea, oh Lord that nigga mean, ain' t he? | |
| Yea, see he a greedy baby | |
| But some people tend to call him the return of Shady | |
| Bobby Creek, Bobby Creek... | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Yea, yeah | |
| Nice like Mike right, you niggaz soft as night lights | |
| Diamond' s a tall order I' m just tryin to get the hype right | |
| I' m throwed off, so hard, so soft, sold out | |
| Bought the Coupe a color of nice weather and rolled out | |
| I can' t hold out, hot like a fish fried | |
| Who the is this guy? The ruler on the disc I | |
| Hit you in your suit coolers, I' m in the Coupe cooler | |
| than pigskin men base runners and hoop shooters | |
| A loose screw ban money like the legendary Roots crew | |
| This is just the shit that I am used to | |
| Oh nah, I don' t bust a chopper but I used to | |
| Now I put the word out I' m sure you niggaz heard ' bout | |
| Young boss sold money, old school new paint | |
| Ball knowin you can' t, give a what you think | |
| Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain' t | |
| Think you in with me then double whatever you drink | |
| You can' t fathom what the bitch throwin at him | |
| Couple niggaz hatin on him but the fans waitin on him | |
| like a, PlayStation 3, money for your advance | |
| My vacation fee, ain' t no use in hatin me nigga | |
| And don' t shittalk pimp, I' d rather flush | |
| anyone with big enough nuts to come and with us | |
| I bust but keep in mind, pressure bust pipes | |
| And you niggaz wouldn' t bust a grape in a fruit fight | |
| What the ? yeah | |
| Chorus |