Clipse - Mr. Me Too

★ lrc 編輯 妙一法師

You know we back right?, Clear the streets out

Come on with it, Ha ha Star Trak

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 bapestas

Bulletproof under 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

Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me

Up in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoes

Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo (yessir)

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 kazooin'

I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin

But I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing?

Pyrex stirs turned into Covalli furs

The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs

All my niggaz caped 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 race for bucks

Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercuts

Children totto, South Beach Galardo

Teals started up, go brr 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

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

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 Trak, clipse come on

Wanna know the time? Better clock us

Niggaz 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 the, best believe it's the mullenor

Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers

Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us

Champagne corkses, kicked by Louis sportsin

Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan

Cop the chrome and touch grey 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

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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