We Takin' Over (Remix)
(专辑: Da Drought 3 - 2007)
Yes sir! It's me The
rapper-eater, haha! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! No homo Ahaha Yeah! One time for me, one time for the
DJ He be Khaled, I
be Lil Weezy— Baby, if you ask me, if you're nasty Creative, gifted bastard, spit sporadic I'm so diplomatic, democratic Touch it, bring it, push it—systematic Damn right, I
kissed my daddy I
think they're pissed at how rich my daddy is And I'm his kid—I stunt with my daddy Call Miss Lee, she with my daddy So diss me and don't diss my daddy 'Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy Who was there when I
needed money? Just my daddy So who be there when I
see the
money? Just my daddy Who said that I'd be the
one? Just my daddy Hello, hip-hop; I'm home—it's your daddy When I
say "deez", I
don't mean the
Caddy I
mean "deez nuts", Akons and Khaled Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat Joe And I
ca-ca-can't forget Brisco And yeah, I
done squashed the
bullshit with Zoe It's a
bakery here, just trying to get dough Shout to my dreads, my Haitians and chicos You're looking for me, ho? I'm in the
3-0— 5, I'm the
best rapper alive Homeboy got a
mind that a
map wouldn't find Homeboy got a
nine that a
cop wouldn't find But I
could get to it even if I
was blind Like a
scary movie, they're screaming when I
rhyme I'm a
king—you can ask Stephen if I'm lying I'm a
Prince, too demanding like my mom Too bold, too cold like wet salam— Mi, me, it's all about me If the
girl got a
voice, then she talk about me, me! He say, she say, I
say me We'll be in the
M-I-A-mi With me, and T, and Big Ronnie And the
homie Streets prob'ly somewhere on the
beach And Tez and E
prob'ly somewhere in the
Jeep And Marl' in the
Phantom with Mr. G
And me! Me! It's all about me! Play with me and it's all-out beef Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet! Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets! Yikes! Yeeks! Great Scott— Storch, can I
borrow your yacht? Watch me and my clique go all-out Like the
ball in the
stands, we're balls out, ugh! Boy, I
don't know what y'all 'bout But I
just spit like a
dog mouth Pink ice, just looking like a
hog mouth Vroom! I
had to bring the
hog out Light them trees, bring a
log out Every day Christmas, I'm egg-nogged out And hip-hop is my new-bought house My flow just grew legs and walked out—bye