Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain & DJ Khaled] Dear Akon, forgive me for what I'm 'bout to say Dear Barry Weiss, I know you told me not to worry about it, man, but I can't let it ride Dear God, let's make it happen I'm tryin' to be you, nigga (Yeah, nigga) Watch me do me, watch me do me Watch me do me, watch me do me, yeah Nappy Boy (Nappy Boy) DJ Khaled Ayo, Pain, I want you to go in DJ Khaled, let's go, man We the best Ayy, ayy, ayy Listen [Verse 1: T-Pain] I got up out the streets, so I ain't gotta steal But listen to the radio, it's obvious I still kill (Damn) But y'all was in the game way before me So why you wanna do some shit I did in '03? (Ooh) I'm laying low-key for a long time But don't act like you know me, this is the wrong time So grab your microphone, set your Auto-Tune And I'ma bust a verse on your ass like I oughta do I ain't no gangster dude, ain't gotta pop and bang you But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissing off the gospel singers (Ooh, yeah) I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all niggas can die slowly 'Cause to me, it sound like a bunch of karaoke [Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] Ayo, fuck the imposter Fuck these karaoke niggas, man T-Pain, they wanna live your life, man These are bitch-ass niggas, man It's the DJ Khaled, Nappy Boys I'm going in, I'm going in Ayo, T-Pain You know what, Khaled, I know you right, dog, let me get 'em again though Talk to 'em Ayy, ayy, listen [Verse 2: T-Pain] It ain't all bad, some of it please me But the only niggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil Weezy (Damn) I'm a hit-maker, not a comedian So why the fuck were these niggas laughing at me when I seen they ass? (Ooh) This shit'll never work, a one-hit wonder, bitch But all that shit that you doing now make me wonder this Now why it's cool for you, but it's not for me? And why he ain't hop on my song and make it hot for me? But you don't give a fuck, you just a swagger jacker Now I'm a certified Lamborghini-ist and Cadillac-er (Ooh yeah) 'Cause I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all niggas can die slowly 'Cause just to me, it sounds like a bunch of karaoke [Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] Y'all singin' the same old song Y'all some karaoke niggas, karaoke fuck niggas This is Nappy Boy, this is DJ Khaled We global with this hood shit, this what we do Why you wanna live our life? You wanna live our lifestyle, ayo, T-Pain What up, Khaled? Get 'em [Verse 3: T-Pain] Yo, let me get a moment of silence for the late great Roger Troutman Y'all niggas ain't holdin' him down, so we had to put me at you Bitch, I'm Teddy Pain, the son of Teddy Riley The father of the game, you pussy niggas wildin' How many niggas really wanna test? Pain the originator, Khaled be the best All these motherfuckers tryin' to do what I did Stealing food from an infant, style from a kid Twenty-four years, twenty-four cars Bitch, we the best, we got plenty more stars Every time you pussy motherfuckers try to stop me, it's plenty more hits, plenty more bars Yeah, that's not cool, baby, so that's not happening Y'all keep on stealing from me, let me try this rapping thing I know you know I hear you, isn't that embarrassing? Set the game on fire, Teddy Gasoline Pussy niggas step up if you really got good game I got a lot of shit to say about a nigga, but it's really not good things That ain't no disrespect, man, y'all keep doing your shit But my daughter told me to tell you to get off her daddy's dick [Outro: DJ Khaled] Ayo, Pain, man, I'ma call these niggas out I'ma pull them skirts, man They fuck, ayo, let me get 'em Fuck it It's the DJ Khaled don dada Big dog pitbull Terror Squadian A.K.A. we the best A.K.A. shit on niggas dot-com A.K.A. Nappy Boy, bitch We global We global