[Ηοοκ: Lauryn Hill]
Zee, (one time) got down with Lauryn, loooong agooooo (yeah muthafuckas)
Gold status is where, we will beeeee (Yeah, yeah)
Τhat's where you'll find me, sippin' Martini, (yeah yeah) my pockets swole
Stay gold

[Verse 1: Young Zee]
I'll go gold if I just stay true to Newark
Get high and dust clicks like embalmin' fluid
My shit's loud when I drop my sound
All the angels in the clouds like "Turn that shit down!"

[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill]
These dimensions and extensions will secure my future pension
When I mention corporate lynchings like the cowboys did to indians
The intentions, of the Devil, is to cause me hypertension
So stay gold like Stevie Wonder, don't blunder like O.J. Simpson

[Verse 3: Young Zee]
Yeah, Zee need to battle with the older guys
'Cause all you lil' n***as get pulverized
Yeah, I get ill on funky beats like Jalil
Yo posse gon wind up in Beth Israel
Bring yo' fleet
You'll get stabbed and beat
And stomped out in the street with my football cleats
Yeah, I make a snake talk, bitch say who is it
When I climb up her walls just like, Number 4 Lizard
What is this trash I hear?
Is it "Static", like Jeru, and Premier?
Your MC style is way too old
I unfold pure funk long as I stay gold
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Young Zee]
I be doing 95 in horizons
Flyin', lightin' up thai while I'm drivin'
Your company like: "Who the fuck is Zee?"
'Cause I be So So Def like Jermaine Dupri

[Verse 5: Yah Yah]
It's pure No Brain funk, so get your cam, start recording
And watch How We Do This like Montell Jordan (Watch how we dooo thiisssss)
I use freestyles when I be high on sabbaticals
On old school rap, I keep trapped in time capsules
Outz motherfuckers, servin' n***as like butlers
Rollin' dutches, goin' stickin' in the Cutlass
My shit rocks word to Scott La Rock
I smoke opts and drink scotch and send my style through a paradox
I'm Outz, who ya?
NBC, Outsidaz, this rap's raw, plus there's Moore than Mary Tyler

[Verse 6: Young Zee]
And all the sell out, fake crews that tote pistols
I can diss you and I'm only buggin' like whistle
You sold your soul for a tootsie roll
Now you swole 'cause your LP didn't even go gold
I don't let it get next to me
I just hang out with my friends like Extra P
(Yeah Roots, DU, and Ali ...)
[Chorus]