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[Pharrell]Explain yourself, how you sound like me?The motherfuckin' Skateboard PKnowin' that you're me low, playin' games like Cee-loIn them tight situations like SpeedosYou can have it your way like CarlitoMy niggas will be happy to give y'all torpedoesAnd have your car twisted like a bluntFor you faggot-ass niggas that like to frontI'm on some BBC Bape shit, I'm on some cake shitIn the kitchen with the heat, makin' beats in my apronYou hate it, and you want to erase itClose your eyes when you know you can't take itMy flow interrupts your homeostasisI Rolls-Royce it on a regular basisYou talk street shit, it sound like sweet shitStraight licorice, you niggas sound ticklish80K large for the Hermes dreamPurple Croc in all your magazinesHunger strike yourself, look like CelineDion, me and my niggas like freonYour bitches on my pecans, she got a ass you can eat onTryna play tough, like the leather on the reclineI hit it 'til I could seat onTryna get her freak onAsked me to R. Kelly herLetras de cancionesAnd get peed on, I said that ain't me, maThe eight behind me, still got the burnerYes, the Enzo is still black like SojournerTruth, I mighta just loosened a toothSpittin' what I did in the booth, I'm out, poof![Lupe Fiasco]Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle eraWater bearer tell the truth, I dare yaYou lie, so eat this whole bottle of these jalapeno peppersThe terror made in America, too liveFuck the property, or give me my props properlyHigh off life, this high-technology, DeVryNow, rap Muhammad Ali, more like rapologyMy policy's not to be dishonestly deprivedSo gimme that, gimme that, keep God, where my city at?I'm like steak and fries, but never diedThey wanna Ghostface Wallabee meBut they will posthaste follow me into the afterlifeThat means you goin' right after I'veBut I'm the hero, sorta like Jack SparrowSo some way, somehow, I have survivedHa, ha, surprise!Who is he that we see comin' over the tides?In a speedboat, boatload of prideFall Of Rome dress-shirted and the Mastermind tieHe what happens when rappin' and avant garde fashion collideOMG, it's the C from the CRSLOLing at you haters, tell your BFFs like...[Kanye West]Yes, Mr. West just turned that new child rebelLoud as a bad-ass child levelWho need a chorus? We do it TyrannosaurusTyrone, it's been a year with no phoneCould you explain how high is your zone?We'll take a plane, rub his nose in cocaineHis ho's in magazines, you lames stay in your laneAnd for the hate, in advance pull down your pantsMake 'em kiss both cheeks like we livin' in FranceDiamonds bluish, business manager's JewishAnd if I get sued, my lawyers JewsSome girls do grab the cojonesSaid you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan usBrand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donutsCRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonusNiggas is hatin' on the Internet? I couldn't tellI was too busy rappin' good as hellI was too busy flying - parasailGet Collette to get the new shit that Paris sellTarantino, da Vinci, gettin' Benji'sGet half off at Fendi, half of that's to Cindy'sHopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in MindyPopped too many corks to let you dorks offend meProps to New York, but Chi-town's the cityGive my city hoochies Gucci, Monica Bellucci'sAre those the real Millionaires or the bendies?I'm so ultra I'm even over OprahWell, let me check your account - ha, ha, no sir!Send "Don't Stop!" Ringtone to your Cell From Letras Mania