Lirieke: N.E.R.D.. Everyone Nose (Remix).
(feat. Kanye West, Pusha T & Lupe Fiasco)
[Kanye:]
Hey, Do you have any black inside you
Would you like some, like some?
You know you got a right to
Do whatever you like to
Don c, we got the right one, the right one
In the club, always the flyest
Always got her hands the highest
She stopped drinking diet coke, she on that coke diet
She bat she bat her eyelids
That girl is so wired
I know she so tired
But oooh she on fire
Hundred dollar bill, look at you look at you
A hundred dollar bills, this ain't new this ain't new
From that paris, lindsey, britney, mary-kate, and whitney
People say that they clean, motherfucker don't bullshit me
[Chorus:]
All the girls standing in line for the bathroom [x2]
All the girls standing in the, all the girls standing in the
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
[Pharrel:]
You left yo nigga home, you said you at your sisters
You and your girlfriends wrong, you in here taking pictures
You ain't gotta tell us you spending daddy's cash
Your girlfriends jealous, you got the fattest ass
One down to p, one trying to leave
It's hot as fuck but you dying just to ski
It's clear as black and white, like a fat panda
Your brain is magic city, your nose is atlanta
I said think about your future, you can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
You like, "hey, pharrel, I ain't trying to kill your mood
But I can do the star trak sign, see, killer dude."
[Chorus]
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Now she got high hopes, just to say hi to us
She want the high life, she like them higher ups
She know we high rolling, she know it's high stakes
That's why she high-speeding out on that highway
She say she high maintenance, she say she high fashion
She say high priced, I think she high cappin
She had her high heels, I had my high tops
Sippin a hi-C, eatin on high drops
I asked her high it feel up on this high rise
She said this high score, this was the high life
She got her hiPod, bumpin her hiTunes
This higher education, welcome to high school
[Chorus]
[Pusha T:]
I got a crown made of powder, everybody knows who's the king of the coke flow be
All I hear is oh ki, every line is oh ki
All you rappers okey dokey
Nigga, you don't paint pictures
I paint mirechois on you niggas
And dime yay speedy bag bitches
Buy and sell, I can accomodate your clientel
Shamu weight, motherfucker, brace your scales
P to the usha, with a name like that what you look for?
More less like p with the hook up, hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up
Ride with me, as I'm switchin lane to lane
In my play clothes as I'm grippin grain
In a hail of bullets how I write my name
Whether soft or hard, motherfucker, caine is caine
[Chorus: repeats as song fades out]
(Thanks to anthony for these lyrics)
[Kanye:]
Hey, Do you have any black inside you
Would you like some, like some?
You know you got a right to
Do whatever you like to
Don c, we got the right one, the right one
In the club, always the flyest
Always got her hands the highest
She stopped drinking diet coke, she on that coke diet
She bat she bat her eyelids
That girl is so wired
I know she so tired
But oooh she on fire
Hundred dollar bill, look at you look at you
A hundred dollar bills, this ain't new this ain't new
From that paris, lindsey, britney, mary-kate, and whitney
People say that they clean, motherfucker don't bullshit me
[Chorus:]
All the girls standing in line for the bathroom [x2]
All the girls standing in the, all the girls standing in the
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
[Pharrel:]
You left yo nigga home, you said you at your sisters
You and your girlfriends wrong, you in here taking pictures
You ain't gotta tell us you spending daddy's cash
Your girlfriends jealous, you got the fattest ass
One down to p, one trying to leave
It's hot as fuck but you dying just to ski
It's clear as black and white, like a fat panda
Your brain is magic city, your nose is atlanta
I said think about your future, you can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
You like, "hey, pharrel, I ain't trying to kill your mood
But I can do the star trak sign, see, killer dude."
[Chorus]
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Now she got high hopes, just to say hi to us
She want the high life, she like them higher ups
She know we high rolling, she know it's high stakes
That's why she high-speeding out on that highway
She say she high maintenance, she say she high fashion
She say high priced, I think she high cappin
She had her high heels, I had my high tops
Sippin a hi-C, eatin on high drops
I asked her high it feel up on this high rise
She said this high score, this was the high life
She got her hiPod, bumpin her hiTunes
This higher education, welcome to high school
[Chorus]
[Pusha T:]
I got a crown made of powder, everybody knows who's the king of the coke flow be
All I hear is oh ki, every line is oh ki
All you rappers okey dokey
Nigga, you don't paint pictures
I paint mirechois on you niggas
And dime yay speedy bag bitches
Buy and sell, I can accomodate your clientel
Shamu weight, motherfucker, brace your scales
P to the usha, with a name like that what you look for?
More less like p with the hook up, hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up
Ride with me, as I'm switchin lane to lane
In my play clothes as I'm grippin grain
In a hail of bullets how I write my name
Whether soft or hard, motherfucker, caine is caine
[Chorus: repeats as song fades out]
(Thanks to anthony for these lyrics)
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