T to the A, and A to the P U can't even rap, so u can't even see Me, rolling on the street Throwing out a punchline just to get you free I rather waste my on a iPhone bid But my gurl called me just to tell about this kid This little tamil kid with a sick, sweet flow Made me make this rap from oslo to heathrow No hate kid, but what the hell T.A.P. ? U can't rap like a thug cause dress like a G Uhm, Imma show what i mean Oslo ain't a place for a fake B.O.B. Damn you, I'm W.I.2. I shuv piece' up in yo ass so u wont forget crew That ain't true Cause what we gon do, we gon rendevous at the club around two The food, huh, i just got the liquer your'e the baby flicker, but im just sicker And the party just started Don't get me retarded But T.A.P. just farted