Lyrics

[Intro: Drake] Yeah... 9th Wonder! Don't judge me, man They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic They say we lack substance Me, Tay, and eL 'bout to prove 'em wrong though [Chorus: Drake] Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love You think we out smoking and drinking, love Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me We know how you speculate Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me [Verse 1: Drake] They don't be saying that I'm humble, or I'm hella nice Or that I've been approached to sign to Roc-A-Fella twice They just tell you all the rumors they heard And we laugh soon as you come and "Tell Me," like Amel and Bryce My groove theory is that–when you too cheery,  They try to bring you down to the level they at Well, when they are all unhappy, then it gets a little sticky That's why I am Little Nicky to these devils in rap But, uh, they ain't thinking Drake is smart, girl Nah, they probably think I'll break your heart, girl Ha-heh, I can't lie, you probably right about it And if you give me the ass quick, I'll probably write about it But I hate it when they judge me on how I sound I mean, I spit that influential shit from my town I don't know why you sitting on the couch When you see I got a bed, bring your ass here and lie down You think taking your purse off Will lead to me, you taking shirts off And then your skirt off At least I got status, because I could've been a local emcee, and you probably would've been worse off So I'ma take this hat off,  And I'ma hit it till I'm back soft And then I backs off 'Cause you thinking you can predict what happen You the reason I'm thinking I'm getting sick of rapping [Chorus: Drake] Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love You think we out smoking and drinking, love Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me We know how you speculate Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me [Verse 2: Phonte] You probably think I walk around with my gun tucked And swang dick to these hoes like nunchucks Well, you can think what you want, but I think you've been watching too much 'BET: Uncut' You need to get real and check out my real life I ain't a tip-drill, don't care what it smell like But if you feel like putting all your notions aside And talking to a real nigga, I'd gladly oblige (C'mon) First name Phonte, I'd be pleased to date ya College educated, got degrees and papers But I'm from the South, where if you ain't snapping,  Or rapping 'bout trapping – you's a freak of nature Such an anomaly, speak so well And talk so college-y, such an astonishing Contrast to all the bullshit you've been following On behalf of them, I offer my apologies Maybe with me, you'll unlearn Putting all niggas in a box of concerns Peeped, 'cause I ain't dumb Shit, I'm well-read like sunburn And after me, you'll never leave no stone unturned [Chorus: Drake] Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love You think we out smoking and drinking, love Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me We know how you speculate Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me [Verse 3: eLZhi] Yeah, they say you never judge a book by its cover Though you appear as materialistic, just like the others So I followed your words, to take 'em in And I don't see what you saying, so they coming off paper-thin That's when I felt that I would need to Do more than just look you up and down To see if I could read you And try to get inside your head, only Not just stick my fingers in your middle To get you to spread for me So what I learned on my path to discover? Your story took one ugly turn after another I saw we wasn't on the same page I would've gave you strong play,  But your words rubbed me the wrong way So now, I'm closing the case You only out for the paperback, that's written all over your face No, eL will never judge a book by its cover Until he seen what was in between and looked at what lies up under [Chorus: Drake] Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love You think we out smoking and drinking, love Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me We know how you speculate Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love But you don't really know me like you think ya know me