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Me Too

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Me Too was released on March 6, 2007 by Get It How You Live as a part of the album Bad Azz Mixtape, Vol. 2

Song Details

AlbumBad Azz Mixtape, Vol. 2

Release DateMarch 6, 2007

LabelGet It How You Live

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Boosie

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Torrence Hatch Jr.

Torrence Hatch Jr.

Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Man I was raised 'round thugs ****

Man it's Lil Boosie the 2005 Juve in the hemi with the tooley

I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes (Daddy eyes)

With a look up on my face that say homicide (Homicide)

[Verse 2]

Come take a ride to Baton Rouge where I'm running loose

With a gun in hand e'ryday, like Tupac, I'll Juice

Got my 'lil **** in the back seat with a black hood

With a doja of the back wood

Rubber bands on his fingers you know my **** stack good

[Verse 3]

It's wheel of fortune, my ****, still bustin' them triggers

And I might stuck 'lil daddy but I'll touch one of you ****

Let me run it by my Big Boi, big curb and hemlock

Big jock and kenyock and tee-do gone straight knock yo head off

[Verse 4]

South side levy dog till I'm gone with a heater for you people

Who gone disrespect me wrong

That iron, that iron, **** know I got mine

**** know that I'll blind any **** who want my shine, oh

[Verse 5]

Don't get me started

Don't make me get so retarded I have to shut down the party

With a forty on my waste

You **** gon' hate

Hollerin' we ridin' chopper, you better stack up ya K

[Verse 6]

Yeah, you out your mind ****? me too, me too, me too

Yeah, you slangin' iron ****? me too, me too, me too

Your click of **** down to ride, ****? me too, me too, me too

Yeah, you on the grind, ****? me too, me too, me too

[Verse 7]

Back to the facts, my **** got stacks

That shit you tryna do, we been did that

My **** Bleak up in the street, with a forty four revolver

Hollerin boy play with Hatch and I'm going straight deadly departure

[Verse 8]

I-V-Y, and that's my ****

And we ride or die, chasing these figures

Got me fucked up with your last mate, I ain't ya fuckin' classmate

You talk shit get duct tape, now look at you, fuck face

[Verse 9]

I been the best, gone be the best, 'cause I live what I'm talking

Been hustlin' fo I remember, I really be ballin'

I got a three twenty Benz, a forty five on the hip

Twenty inches on a hemi, and my records they sellin'

[Verse 10]

For the convicted felon I can't get ballin' DVD

Wish they could see me, right now I'm three deep

I gotta send a CD to the pen for my ****

Who got ten, feelin' like they just can't win

[Verse 11]

For my **** Headbusta, Headbusta, these **** scared of us

We thug love 'lil daddy you could call us blood brothers

Don't make me get that chopper for ya sister and

Yo motherfuckin' mama talkin 'bout you 'bout that drama

[Verse 12]

Yeah, you out your mind ****? me too, me too, me too

Yeah, you slangin' iron ****? me too, me too, me too

Your click of **** down to ride, ****? me too, me too, me too

Yeah, you on the grind, ****? me too, me too, me too

[Verse 13]

Man this last one for people who be asking

How you get that shit and y'ain't even went platinum?

I would say but the Feds in the hood today

Packin' us up like it's judgement day

[Verse 14]

But my thugs, don't say a thing

You run yo mouth you get knocked off thats the fuckin' game

They say they watchin' us man, shit, but me too

You think that I ain't been watchin' you in my fuckin' rearview

[Verse 15]

I would get a **** to steal you but my city small

And if we drop one of you bitches we gone really ball

This for my **** in the club with that liquor in them

Finna get that four nickel in them, that four nickel in them

Written by: Torrence Hatch Jr.

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