Clipse - Mr. Me Too ft Pharrell

Lyrics to Mr. Me Too ft Pharrell by Clipse

[Pharrell] 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 [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 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 Okay everybody meet mister me too 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 mister me too [Pharrell] I know what you thinkin why I call you me too Cause everything I say, I got you sayin me too I say I got a benz so you said 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 do 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 mobstas Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Ivory White, yeah that's the same color Of the Zord the, best believe it's the mullenor Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan Cop the chrome and touch grey caponent 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 [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 mister me too 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 mister me too