โหลดเพลง mp3 Mr. Me Too (Main Version) - Clipse

Mr. Me Too (Main Version) - Clipse
You know we back right
Clear the streets out
Come on with it ha-ha Star Trak
Niggas is haters
I'm doin' 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
Do like Snoop say step your game up
Double-decker boat
Meditterane 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 laughin'
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
I know what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay everybody meet Mr Me Too
Been two years
Like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours
You're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
You'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question

Y'all been doin'
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs
The full length cat when I wave
The kitty purs
All my niggas caked up
Sellin' gray and beige dust
Had that money right
Or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck
We only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls
'Til our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chill retardo South Beach Gallardo
Teals started up go brr like it's Nardo
Women if you love me
Please let me know
Tie rags around 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 playin' fair at Jive
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay we get it yeap yeah you too
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay everybody meet Mr Me Too
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay we get it yeap yeah you too
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay everybody meet Mr Me Too
I know what you thinkin'
Why I call you Me Too
Cause everythin' 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 Malice come on
Wanna know the time
Better clock us
Niggas bite the style
From the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers
Tailored suits like we mobsters
Break down keys into dimes
And sell them like Gobstoppers

Who gon' stop us
Not a goddamn one of you
Mean with the Re-Up ni**a we street tumblers
Ivory white yeah that's the same color
Of the Azure ni**a
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
Kicks by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc'
And Charles Jourdan
Cop it chrome it touch-screen component
Mink on the floor make you hot don't it
You don't wanna know
What the f**k I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised
So we live for the moment
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay we get it yeap yeah you too
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay everybody meet Mr Me Too
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay we get it yeap yeah you too
I know I know yeap yeah you too
Okay everybody meet Mr Me Too