Pro*Whoa! - Nikka Costa

Really my name is Nikka

Really my sign Gemini really

Hey, hey, really

Really my name is Nikka

Music my life come hit it wit' me

Hey, hey, hit me

Come and get some

Been here, been there, rocked the people everywhere

It’s not a competition friend, did it all 'fore I was 10

Here I come, I’m a ride, got the people tryin' to fly

Move aside all you posers, get out your homework folders

'Cause I done already told ya

I’m the real, I’m the truth

I’m a pro, P-R-O whoa

I’m fly way, fly out the corner of my eye

See you bitches on my dick try, try, try, tryin'

To imitate the real, try to cop to my feel

But I already told ya, I was singin' in my diapers

Now get out your windshield wipers 'cause

The tears are gonna blind ya

You just have to witness, you think you can lick this

From hi notes to mic tricks

The baddest of bitches from rock to funk seamless

Ain’t seen nothing like this since Jimi, since Janis

And if you don’t know who that is

Go home to your mama and ask her to school ya

Let your history rule ya

Then go back and practice

I’m a pro, P-R-O whoa

I’m a 100lb fighter with a heavyweight past

Grew up sittin' on the laps of the real brat pack

It ain’t been easy but it’s better than when I smoked crack

When the sweats pourin' outta my soul this fast

Kickin' joints, kickin' jams, getting louder and louder

Your stereos fire and I’m the gun powder

Fight for tickets to my show then tweet the people ya know

You’ll say you can’t believe you never seen me live before

And how long it’s been since you’ve been moved like that

And on top of it beats that go rat-a-tat-tat