(feat. Rohff) [Chorus - Pharrell] Where's yours at Where's yours at Where's yours at Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah, come on [Verse 1 - Pharrell] Yeah I'ma skater, yeah I'm dirty Lookin' for my wife, while they smart and perty Your material-listic, journey That bullshit, don't concern me Ah, here you go, talking big shit You ain't think, I could flip it like this quick You just talking, and I'm the big shit Without mentioning my hit list, for instance Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different car, under each garage do' From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro That white 550, nigga, kicking like Tae Bo I don't give a fuck, what ya haters think Fam' I did things, my major means At a pretty young age, I did major things I made major cream, I eat major greens First the yellow diamonds nigga, made ya bling Had the baddest bitches, on the major scene Fuck what ya heard and what you think you seen I fuck that bitch who come from Cover Girl, to Maybelline Quater million jewelry from, Las Van Dome Diamonds and plat', like glass and chrome Black credit card, just asking on Didn't need it, just didn't have it home White girl in Africa, Black in Rome Philipina girl, just packing at home All the girls I get, I hack and moan Man I give 'em the dick, you know them bitches just gone Nigga raise ya funds, been crazier son But nigga ignorant, and Star Trak, take his fun I'm the keyboard killer, with the raz-or toungue Don't come back tellin me, what play-ers done I did it big, and I made it fun I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce got sacadelic flowers Painted on it, and I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun The house in Virginia, that's what I'm living in Building in Carribean, fillin 'em and buildin' 'em "Paris too?" said the strangest girl I said bitch, I'm tryna change the world, whoo [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rohff] MC tu fais pas le poids, dis moi tu vas faire quoi C'est la K'1 Fry Mafia, ceux qui t'ont montrй l'pas MC qu'on ne contrфle pas, MC qu'on ne compare pas Qu'on йcoute au car-pla, que les keufs ne blairent pas Pour Sarko on est bon qu'а porter la cagoule et les gants Star-co dans les mariages on est les plus йlйgants Charme du ghetto, sur les photos Joue les pachs, J'serre des tis-mйs (???) Roule en Smart, J'raconte que d'la merde Elle s'marre, font des smacks On aime celles qui se respectent, car l'respect commence par soit mкme Celles qui s'prennent pas la tкte, qui couchent le soir mкme On est bizarres, ma vie un bazar Armdullah, j'suis artiste comme Mozart Les MCs j'smoke, le rap c'est comme la prostitution, зa s'mac, Dan's l'show buis' Font tous la bise, S'appellent " chйri " On vient tout niquer sur l'terrain, la France-Algйrie Ton boss Rohff dans la place, protиge ta garce Reconnaоt le flow, la classe de celle qui fracasse Sur un gros son "Neptunes" issu de l'espace Issu du bitume, donne moi mes tunes, j'suis un rapace Partout oщ on passe, C'est d'la casse, L'air ne repousse pas Ceux qui jactent dans les s'ringues ou crosses des lance-bas A bout portant, on shoot la concurrence T'entend pas l'ambulance, pam-pam-pam [Chorus] [Bridge - Rohff] M.A.C.R.O-cun MC dйchire зa comme moi Give it up, give it up Say give it up, give it up [Bridge - Girl] G.I.R.L Aucune meuf donne зa comme moi Get it up, get it up Get it up, get it up [Chorus]
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