Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ne-Yo
Ne-Yo
Composer
S. Smith
S. Smith
Composer
V. Brown
V. Brown
Composer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composer
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xtreme
Xtreme
Producer
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Anthony "Acid" Caputo
Recording Engineer
Michael Tocci
Michael Tocci
Recording Engineer
Nikos Teneketzis
Nikos Teneketzis
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

It's your boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this The Roc is in the building, yeah (it's the remix, yo) yeah Kanpound is in the building (your boy Kill Tune) (The monster don is in the building, we in here) it's the remix, yeah (Kanye West is in the building) Ghostface (Your boy getting fat now) (I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now) (Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass) (Shorty mad, pulling her hair out) Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (ok, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that (yeah) Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets (yeah) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (pardon me if I lost my voice) (ok, girl) (I just get off-stage) yeah, what I did was wack (I'm into town right now) but you don't get a nigga back like that (sidebar), no I'm high-powered, put Eva Mendes to sleep Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week But back to you, MAC gloss chick, you're way fit How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say I'm laid back, like Neo, so, I holla back at this Creole ho She from the N.O., but she never told me "N-O" so We at the spot to chill, where the food get grilled She ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal Second I walked in, the whole room got still I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal And she conceited, she got a reason She got her hair did, she got her weave in And I'ma sweat that out by the evening You, I don't sweat that now, I got a new Come through the block, in the brand new Benz (yeah) Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (snipe) (ok, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (uh-huh, yeah) But you don't get a nigga back like that (me and my ward came out) Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets (uh-huh) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (tell 'em son, yeah) Yeah, what I did was wack (this is how we do) But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont' I'm that Don Wilson First one to put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks Yeah, I was fucking, but you don't get me back like that Causing me grief, you know me and homie had beef Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets You flamingo, showing your true colors Heard y'all was ducking down low when you see my brothers But it's all good, I move from ex to next Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate And you mad 'cause you played yourself, it's your fault, trick Come through the block, in the brand new Benz (uh-huh) Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (ok, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (I told you) But you don't get a nigga back like that (I'm a big goons, you see) Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets (yeah) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (wanna play games) (ok, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot gun He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one Had a couple stars up in my sky She was my moon and my sunshine Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and that (yeah) nigga ain't friends (you see) (ok, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack (she one of those knucklehead) But you don't get a nigga back like that (females locked, and I'm tryna be) Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets (actin' like they gettin' it, all revenge y'all) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (ok, girl) (takin' it further is what it really is) Yeah, what I did was wack (you know what I mean?) But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (you playin' yourself) Come through the block, in the brand new Benz (you know what I mean?) Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends (ok, girl) (don status, girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that (we gonna had the whole light now) Bouncing around (word out), when I'm up in these streets (and when I see money) Knowing that me and that nigga got beef (ok, girl) (I'ma hang him upside down in the sun) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no (but not because of you neither, believe that) It's real Yeah Got my swagga back and all that Be a G.O.A.T for life, yo Yeah, tattoo off your back and all that Take that off for you though
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Dennis David Coles, Shaffer Smith, Douglas B. Gibbs, Ralph R. Johnson, Willie M. Hutchison, Vernon Craig Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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