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Mr. Me Too (Cookin Soul remix)
Clipse feat. Pharrell
You know we back right?, Clear the streets out Come on with it, Ha ha Star trek
Niggas is haters, I'm doing deals like the majors Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater (that's right) So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us Dude like Snoop say 'Step Ya Game Up' Double-decker boat, nigga mediterrain up D-Class Action cuts, tuck your chain up Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up Just last week, I was out in Aspen Me and Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughing A week before that, I was out in Italy Italian heart throbs could not get rid of me Up in Donatella ('s) crib, me and like ten hoes Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo (yezzur) I know what your thinking, yeah me too Okay everybody meet mister me too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooin I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin But I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing? Pyrex Turs turned into Cavalli furs The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purrs (meow) All my niggas caked up, selling grey and beige dust Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercuts Chill retardo, South Beach Galardo T.O. start it up, go grr like it snarl Women if you love me, please let me know Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throw These are the days of our lives And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair at Jive
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Okay everybody meet mister me too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet mister me too
I know what you thinkin why I call you me too Cause everything I say, I got you sayin me too I say I got a Benz so you said me too You hangin out the window so they can see you But you ain't hangin out the window when you in that G2 Or that G3 or G4 like we do (Star trek, clipse come on)
Wanna know the time? Better clock us Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas Break down keys into dimes and sell em like gobstoppers Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Ivory White, yeah that's the same color Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us Champagne corks is kicked by Louis sportsin Keep my hoes in pucc(i) and Charles Jordan Cop the chrome and touch screen components Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it? You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet mister me too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay we get it, yep yeah you too I know, I know, yep yeah, you too Okay everybody meet mister me too
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