Mr. Me Too - Clipse

You know we back right?, Clear the streets out

Come on with it, Ha ha Star Trak

Listen haters, I’m doing deals like the majors

Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater

So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas

Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us Dude like Snoop say «Step Ya Game Up»

Double the caboe, mediterrain up D-Class Action cuts, tuck your chain up Liberachi fingers, just hit Lorraine up Just last week, I was out in Aspen

Me and Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughing

A week before that, I was out in Italy

Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes

Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo

I know what your thinking, yeah me too

Okay everybody meet mister me too

Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin

The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooin

I was just assuming you’d keep the coke movin

But I got one question, Fuck y’all been doing?

Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs

The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs

All my niggaz caped up, selling grey and beige dust

Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up We don’t chase a duck, we only raise the bucks

Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercuts

Children totto, South Beach Galardo

Teals started up, go brr like it’s Nardo

Women if you love me, please let me know

Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throw

These are the days of our lifes

And I’m sorry to the fans but the crackers weren’t playing fair Jive

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too

Okay we get it, yep yeah you too

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too