Mr. Me Too Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

You know we back, right? 

Clear the streets out 

Come on with it, ha-ha, Star Trak 

Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors 

Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater 

So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas 

Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us 

Do like Snoop say step your game up 

Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane up 

D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up 

Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up 

Just last week, I was out in Aspen 

Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin' 

A week before that, I was out in Italy 

Italian heart throbs could not get rid of me 

Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes 

Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo 

I know what your thinkin' yeah me too 

Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too 

Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin' 

The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin' 

I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin' 

But I got one question, fuck y'all been doin'? 

Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs 

The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs 

All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust 

Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up 

We don't chase and duck, we only raise the bucks 

Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts 

Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo 

Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo 

Women, if you love me, please let me know 

Tie rags around your neck and learn the sets we throw 

These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans 

But the crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too 

I know what you thinkin' why I call you Me Too? 

Cause everythin' I say, I got you sayin' me too 

I say I got a Benz, so you said me too 

You hangin' out the window so they can see you 

But you ain't hangin' out the window 

When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do 

Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on 

Wanna know the time? Better clock us 

Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches 

We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we mobsters 

Break down keys into dimes and sell them like Gobstoppers 

Who gon' stop us 

Not a goddamn one of you 

Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers 

Ivory white, yeah that's the same color 

Of the Azure nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner 

Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers 

Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us 

Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and 

Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan 

Cop it, chrome it, touch-screen component 

Mink on the floor, make you hot, don't it? 

You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it 

Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too 

I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too 

Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too