Clipse - Mr. Me Too feat. Pharrell Lyrics

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Pharrell: 
You know we back right?, Clear the streets out 
Come on with it, Ha ha, Star Trak 

Verse 1 
Pharrell: 
Niggas is 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 Bapesters 
Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us 
Dude like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up" 
Double-decker boat nigga, Mediterran' up 
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up 
Liberaci fingers, just hit Lorraine up 
Just last week I was out in Aspen 
Me and Puff hoppin' off a plane, both us laughin' 
A week before that I was out in Italy 
Attire 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 (Yessir) 
I know what you're thinking, yeah me too 
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too 

Verse 2 
Pusha-T: 
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 doin'? 
Pyrex stirrers turned into Cavalli furs 
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs 
All my niggaz caked up, selling gray and beige dust 
Had that money right or end up in a trunk taped up 
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks 
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the papercuts 
Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo 
Teals started up, go brrr 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 lives 
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair, Jive 

Hook 
Pusha-T: 
I know, I know, yep, yeah you too 
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too 
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too 
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too 
(Repeat) 

Verse 3 
Pharrell: 
I know what you thinkin' why I call you "Me Too" 
Cuz everything I say, I got you sayin' "Me too" 
I say I got a benz so you sayin' "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 dudes 
Star Trak, Clipse, come on 
Malice: 
Wanna know the time? better clock us 
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches 
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobsters 
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like Gobstoppers 
Who gon' stop us, not a goddamn one of ya 
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers 
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color of the sword nigga 
Best believe it's the Mullener 
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz or whisperers 
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us 
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sports an' 
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan 
Cop the chrome and touch gray component 
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it? 
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it 
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment 

Hook

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lyrics submitted by Jonathan Shuman on 30-06-2006
lyrics corrected by Kyle Dowen on 28-01-2007