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(featuring Pharell and Lupe Fiasco) [Pharrell] Explain yourself, how you sound like me? The muthaf-cking skateboard P Knowing that your mee lo Playing games like you're cee-lo In a tight situation like speedo's You can have it your way like Carlito My n-gga will be happy to give you torpedos And have you car twisted like a blunt For you faggot ass n-ggas that like to front I'm on some BBC bape sh-t Im on some cake sh-t In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron You hating and you want to erase it Close your eyes when you know you can't take it My flow interupts your homeostasis I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis You talk street sh-t it sound like sweet sh-t Straight liquorice you n-ggas sound ticklish 80k large for the Hermes dream Coke n crop in all your magazines Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine Dion, me and my n-ggas like frion You b-tches on my pecan b-tch SongtexteShe got an ass you can eat on Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton I hit it til I could seat on Try to get her freak on Ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee'd on I said it aint me maam That 8 behind me still got the burner Yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth Spittin' what I did in the booth I'm out, pooof! [Lupe Fiasco] Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era Waanna bear n tell the truth, I dare ya Ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers For terror made in america too live F-ck the property or give me my props properly High off life this high technology, DeVry I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived So gimme that, gimme that, keep going Where my city at, I'm like steak and fries but never die They wanna Ghostface wanna be me But they will post haste follow me into the after life That means you going right after I've But I'm the hero sort of like Jack Sparrow So some way some how I have survived Ha ha surprised Who is he that we see coming over the tides In a speed boat, boat load of pride Fall of Rome, dress shirted and mastermind tie He what happens when rappping and fashion collide So OMG is the ?C? from the C-R-S LOL'ing at you haters Tell your BFF's like [Kanye West] Yes, MR West turn that new child rebel Loud as a badass child level Who need a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus Tyrone it's been a year with no phone Could you explain how high is your zone We'll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine There's hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we living in France Diamonds blue, business manager's Jewish And if I get sued my lawyers Jews Some girls do, grab the cojones Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Loan-us Brand new ferrari's I gotta make the donuts C-R-S is like a hip hop Chris's bonus N-ggas is hating on the internet I couldn't tell I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell I was too busy flying, parasail! Tell collect to get the new sh-t that Paris sell Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin' Benji's, get half off Fendi Half of that's to Cindy's Hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy Popped too many corks to let you dork's offend me Props in New York but Chi town's the city Get my city hoochie's Gucci, Monica Bellucci's Are those the real millionnaires or the bendi's? I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah But let me check your account, haha no sir Don't stop, dont stop... Aus Songtexte Mania