Lyrics:
(Pharrell)
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The m***********' Skateboard P
Knowin' that you're me low, playin' games like cee-lo
In them tight situations like Speedos
You can have it your way like Carlito
My n***** will be happy to give y'all torpedos
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you f*****-a** n***** that like to front
I'm on some BBC Bape s***, I'm on some cake s***
In the kitchen with the heat, makin' beats in my apron
You hate it, and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can't take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street s***, it sound like sweet s***
Straight licorice, you n***** sound ticklish
80K large for the Hermes dream
Purple Croton, all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my n***** like freon
Your b****** on my pecans, she got a a** you can eat on
Tryna play tough, like the leather on the recline
I hit it 'til I could seat on
Tryna get her freak on
Asked me to R. Kelly her, and get peed on
I said that ain't LeRon
The ape behind me still got the burner
Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin' what I did in the booth, I'm out, poof
(Lupe Fiasco)
Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Wanna bear and tell the truth, I dare ya
You'll lie, so eat this whole powder with these jalapeno peppers
The terror made in America, 2 Live
f*** the property, or give me my props properly
High off life, this high-tecmology, DeVry
Now, rap Muhammad Ali, more like rapology
My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that, keep God, where my city at?
I'm like steak and fries, but never died
They wanna Ghostface Wallabee me
But they will posthaste follow me into the afterlife
That means you goin' right after I've
But I'm the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way, somehow, I have survived
Ha, ha, surprise
Who is he that we see comin' over the tides?
In a speedboat, boatload of pride
Full of rum, dress-shirted and the mastermind tie
He what happens when rappin' and avant-garde fashion collide
So MG, it's the C from the CRS
LOLing at you haters, tell your BFFs like
(Kanye West)
Yes, Mr. West, turned that new child rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus (Tyrannosaurus)
Tyrone, it's been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone?
Well, take a plane, rub his nose in cocaine
His hoes in magazines, you lames stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
And for the hatin', advance, pull down your pants
Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we livin' in France
Diamonds bluish, biz manager's Jewish
And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews
Some girls do grab the cojones
Said you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us
Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus
n***** is hatin' on the Internet? I couldn't tell
I was too busy rappin', good as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail
Get Talib to get the new s*** that Paris sell
Tarantino, da Vinci, gettin' Benjies
Get half off at Fendi, half of that's to send these
Hopped out the s***eship, put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props to New York, but Chi-town's the city
Give my city hoochies Gucci, Monica Belluccis
Are those the real Millionaires or the bendies?
I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah
Well, let me check your account, ha, ha, no sir (Ha ha, no sir, no sir, no sir)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Do-don't stop)
(Don't, don't)
(Do-do, do-do-don't stop)
(Do, do-do-don't)
(Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop)
(Pharrell)
Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The m***********' Skateboard P
Knowin' that you're me low, playin' games like cee-lo
In them tight situations like Speedos
You can have it your way like Carlito
My n***** will be happy to give y'all torpedos
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you f*****-a** n***** that like to front
I'm on some BBC Bape s***, I'm on some cake s***
In the kitchen with the heat, makin' beats in my apron
You hate it, and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can't take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street s***, it sound like sweet s***
Straight licorice, you n***** sound ticklish
80K large for the Hermes dream
Purple Croton, all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my n***** like freon
Your b****** on my pecans, she got a a** you can eat on
Tryna play tough, like the leather on the recline
I hit it 'til I could seat on
Tryna get her freak on
Asked me to R. Kelly her, and get peed on
I said that ain't LeRon
The ape behind me still got the burner
Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin' what I did in the booth, I'm out, poof
(Lupe Fiasco)
Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Wanna bear and tell the truth, I dare ya
You'll lie, so eat this whole powder with these jalapeno peppers
The terror made in America, 2 Live
f*** the property, or give me my props properly
High off life, this high-tecmology, DeVry
Now, rap Muhammad Ali, more like rapology
My policy's not to be dishonestly deprived
So gimme that, gimme that, keep God, where my city at?
I'm like steak and fries, but never died
They wanna Ghostface Wallabee me
But they will posthaste follow me into the afterlife
That means you goin' right after I've
But I'm the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way, somehow, I have survived
Ha, ha, surprise
Who is he that we see comin' over the tides?
In a speedboat, boatload of pride
Full of rum, dress-shirted and the mastermind tie
He what happens when rappin' and avant-garde fashion collide
So MG, it's the C from the CRS
LOLing at you haters, tell your BFFs like
(Kanye West)
Yes, Mr. West, turned that new child rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus (Tyrannosaurus)
Tyrone, it's been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone?
Well, take a plane, rub his nose in cocaine
His hoes in magazines, you lames stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
And for the hatin', advance, pull down your pants
Make 'em kiss both cheeks like we livin' in France
Diamonds bluish, biz manager's Jewish
And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews
Some girls do grab the cojones
Said you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us
Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus
n***** is hatin' on the Internet? I couldn't tell
I was too busy rappin', good as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail
Get Talib to get the new s*** that Paris sell
Tarantino, da Vinci, gettin' Benjies
Get half off at Fendi, half of that's to send these
Hopped out the s***eship, put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props to New York, but Chi-town's the city
Give my city hoochies Gucci, Monica Belluccis
Are those the real Millionaires or the bendies?
I'm so ultra I'm even over Oprah
Well, let me check your account, ha, ha, no sir (Ha ha, no sir, no sir, no sir)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Do-don't stop)
(Don't, don't)
(Do-do, do-do-don't stop)
(Do, do-do-don't)
(Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop)