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Pharrell: You know we back right?, Clear the streets out Come on with it, Ha ha, Star Trak Verse 1 Pharrell: Niggas is haters, I'm doing deals like the majors Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapesters Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us Dude like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up" Double-decker boat nigga, Mediterran' up D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up Liberaci fingers, just hit Lorraine up Just last week I was out in Aspen Me and Puff hoppin' off a plane, both us laughin' A week before that I was out in Italy Attire 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 (Yessir) I know what you're thinking, yeah me too Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too Verse 2 Pusha-T: 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 doin'? Pyrex stirrers turned into Cavalli furs The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs All my niggaz caked up, selling gray and beige dust Had that money right or end up in a trunk taped up We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the papercuts Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo Teals started up, go brrr like it's Nardo 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, Jive Hook Pusha-T: 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 Mr. Me Too (Repeat) Verse 3 Pharrell: I know what you thinkin' why I call you "Me Too" Cuz everything I say, I got you sayin' "Me too" I say I got a benz so you sayin' "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 dudes Star Trak, Clipse, come on Malice: Wanna know the time? better clock us Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobsters Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like Gobstoppers Who gon' stop us, not a goddamn one of ya Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Ivory White, yeah that's the same color of the sword nigga Best believe it's the Mullener Take no prisoners, rap niggaz or whisperers Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sports an' Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan Cop the chrome and touch gray component 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 Hook |