It Must Be Me

*[Intro]

Let's make it big, Pharrell...

[Verse 1]

Wake up in the morning, oh shit!

Had to cock the 9, niggas' tryin' to steal my pits

Went out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence

I'm telling you, life in Compton is a bitch

Let off a couple shots, God damn, I miss

Say fuck it anyway, and let off the whole clip

I'm not to be fucked with, when I'm off liquor

Old English in my system, ‘bout to kill me a nigga

See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my AK

Ridin' ‘round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze

That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my son

Shoot a nigga, he die, public enemy number one

But, this ain't no action flick, no Johnny Depp shit

When the Tec spit hollow tips in your Lexus

So. Don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' the gat

Yeah, nigga, I stay strapped

[Chorus]

Somethin' hot in here

Nigga, it must be me! (x2)

Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s?

Is it the Bentley with the full color ways

Or the old-school sittin' on blades

What could be?

[Verse 2]

It's 2-o'-clock in the afternoon, I'm ‘bout to roll a Swisher

‘Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home

Watchin' ESPN on the 70-inch flat screen

K-Gs and Wade jerseys, blowin' chronic, that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams

Turn hood zombies into a Olympic track team

‘Till I got shot, and infiltrated the rap scene

Had to clean my life up, doc gave me the vaccine

Don't get it twisted, I still click-clack things

Red beam attached to each and every strap

That I keep locked up in my basement

If I shoot a nigga, will the Lord forgive Jason?

I don't know, still got a sick fetish for shoot-outs and car chases

Fuck Pacino, ‘cause we know niggas with scarfaces

And we go back, like D-Boys and small faces

And we crashin' new Ferraris while ya'll hatin'

Pharrell I think it's

[Chorus]

Somethin' hot in here

Nigga, it must be me! (x2)

Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s?

Is it the Bentley with the full color ways

Or the old-school sittin' on blades

What could it be?

You know the answer, fool

[Verse 3]

Niggas cain't fuck with me, real spit

I guess I am a motherfucking legend, Will Smith

All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jada, Bonnie & Clyde shit

Hit the fence like later, sayonara, arrivederci

Black rose Phantom, interior hearse shit

And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches

Them hoes'll never testify, peace to Common

But Game keep it hood like weaves and Top Ramen

Never stop coming for the top

If the bass a flesh wound and Pharrell a head shot

Motherfucker, and when he take aim

Bullets enter your frame, my bars simi-lar

To a dragon swalloin' flames

Cain't walk through the club and take a piss

Without these new school rap niggas on my dick

While you fuck around with your jewelry and all your whips

I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit

Now you know

[Chorus]

Somethin' hot in here

Nigga, it must be me! (x2)

Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s?

Is it the Bentley with the full color ways

Or the old-school sittin' on blades

What could it be?

You know the answer, fool

Do ya thing, shawty

Do ya thing, shawty

Do ya thing, shawty

E'rybody lookin' now (x2)

Go

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E'rybody lookin' now (x2)