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(...head-banger) hello what it be to you and yours Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm getting my money. Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels And this the premier of that new new here It's gonna take you beyond Where a jet can leer But all you gon' hear is something crazy in fact How I be burning the booth We'll get you looser than Yak. Yep yep... you got it...right. Now don't get left get on your good foot its only right. that you step and keep boppin' til this shit unfamiliar If you main line got time then i be drillen' her. I keep you in my realm i keep you in the sound I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound. (whaa?) And my imagination you can look all over the nation SongtexteBut they ain't see (Hook) You can look all over but no you'll never find (hot shit) like mine WOOP.... it blow your mind. You can look all over but no you'll never find (hot shit) like mine Cause I provide That new new Salutations my niggaz I'm aware that I'm different You can still keep it hood While you're smoking just listen It dont matter your race Just take a blunt to the face And we all gon rock Gota keep up the pace And the girls gon twerk it Cause the vibe is poppin' As well as the bottle Keep it rockin' don't stop em At the motel-8 We can park out front Yeah the flow is unleaded You sucka niggaz will front Yeah cause Im super-cut-lery-alistic-leaner-ala-docis And rap ferocious I been coaching the league I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it Finish the class if you think nothin bout it Tell em that grandpa you don't know nothin bout it Wear kicks once then the leaner come up out em I been saying it, you waz playin em Now you know. (Hook) What it be to my ladies With the bodies that kill We were boppin on money Fuck with me cause you're real See you shakin' it fast On some mystikal shit You could slap that nigga If he call you a bitch Yeah I see you with that But you should be on this It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola Come over and sit Won't you tell me your name Tell me where you be at I know you know that them hot But I don't wana hear that You see I ain't for a check before I aint for sex Niggaz aim for death They tryin to fuck with the blessed Ain't no fuckin with amateurs Run past the novas Sip hella lean And see who talks the slowest Ain't no stopping me at all You need to saw it off with maybe a chainsaw And even if that the crack that I brew is still new you niggas think acute but Cudi is obtuse (Hook) Yeah... That new new... I do... (i do) that new new papapa... papapa... (Thanks to Tennyson, moonxman, BRizzle and xdxdrodxdx for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania