Clipse Feat. Pharrell - Mr. Me Too (Instrumental)

Clipse with Pharrell performing Mr. Me TooLyrics, not sure if correct[Pharrell]You know we back right?, Clear the streets outCome on with it, [START SONG HERE] Ha ha Star TrakNiggaz is haters, I'm doing deals like the majorsIce Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skaterSo you can pay three and buy yourself some babestersBulletproof under-t-shirts because they hate usDo it like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up"Double-decker boat, nigga mediterrain upD-Class Action cuts, tuck your chain upLiberachi fingers, just hit Lorraine upJust last week, I was out in AspenMe and Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughingA week before that, I was out in ItalyItalian heart throbs could not get rid of meUp in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoesCall from the cell phone, give me that enzoI know what your thinking, yeah me tooOkay everybody meet mister me too[Pusha T]Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisinThe streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooinI was just assuming you'd keep the coke movinBut I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing?Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli fursThe full length cat, when I wave, the kitty pursAll my niggaz caped up, selling grey and beige dustHad that money right or end up in the trunk taped upWe don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucksPeel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercutsChildren totto, South Beach GalardoTeals started up, go brr like it's NardoWomen if you love me, please let me knowTie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throwThese are the days of our lifesAnd I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair JiveI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay we get it, yep yeah you tooI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay everybody meet mister me tooI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay we get it, yep yeah you tooI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay everybody meet mister me too[Pharrell]I know what you thinkin why I call you me tooCause everything I say, I got you sayin me tooI say I got a benz so you said me tooYou hangin out the window so they can see youBut you ain't hangin out the window when you in that G2Or that G3 or G4 like we doStar Trak, clipse malice come on[Malice]Wanna know the time? Better clock usNiggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watchesWe cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstasBreak down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppersWho gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of yaMean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblersIvory White, yeah that's the same colorOf the Zord the, best believe it's the mullenorTake no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperersChoke on your own spit just as soon as you mention usChampagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsinKeep my hoes in pooch and Charles JordanCop the chrome and touch grey caponentMink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on itTomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment[Pusha T]I know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay we get it, yep yeah you tooI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay everybody meet mister me tooI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay we get it, yep yeah you tooI know, I know, yep yeah, you tooOkay everybody meet mister me too



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