I'm Me
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The hottest, hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody f**kin' with me, man
You already know that, pimpin', yeah
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
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Features Of This Song
hardcore rap influence
gangsta rap influence
southern rap roots
syncopated beats
use of vocal counterpoint
clear pronunciation
gritty vocal style
explicit lyrics
cash obsessed lyrics
a repetitive song structure
a repetitive chorus
the use of chordal patterning
a slow moving bass line
subtle use of pianos
mellow piano timbre
use of strings
a dry recording sound
lyrics by a respected rap artist

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
I'm rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
You can get to fuckin' Led Zeppelin
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So just envy it, hey, I'll accept a friendly quit
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
You already know that, pimpin'
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
And I stay on my flow and Cash Money like a rug
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the new testament
You already know that, pimpin'
And I will take or trash it with the Lord as my witness
Cash Money million, heir to the throne
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
I'm me, I'm me, bitch, I'm me
That's when I can't hold my shit within so I shit on myself
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court, take your life for the settlement
I'm still a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch
Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a log
I know the game is crazy
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
I know one day they gotta bury him
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
People, it's just me and my guitar, yeah, bitch I'm heavy metaling
Fuck up my dreams, somebody goin' die tonight
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like the scud
Hey, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game
Somebody goin' die tonight
That I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Knowin' I might get through it like hair in a comb
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
Mel Gibson flew Lethal Weapon, book 'em Danny
It's in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
But I lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Ha, yeah
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the stone
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
Sleeping on a nigga like I'm rapping in my jammies
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
The only time I will depend is when I'm seventy years old
Publishers: WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP, YOUNG MONEY PUBLISHING INC
Know money over bitches, my niggas trust my sisters
And there ain't nothin' gonna stop me
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
It's more crazy than it's ever been
What's really good, I'm about to ruckus like fud
Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you, you're not me
Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint
Junior, it's Cash Money over everything
I'm a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeah
I'm a monster I tell you, monster Wayne
The hottest, hottest under the sun
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em even if they celibate
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
You already know that, pimpin'
Going at their heads like hair in a comb
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless them with
I'm tryna tell you like I'm saying something
Let's go, niggas don't see me 'cause I'm better than both
Hey, it's Cash Money Records man, a lawless game
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen
I am a mothafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
Songwriters: Dwayne Carter, Johnny Mollings, Leonardo Mollings
You already know that, pimpin', yeah
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Unfuckin' believable, little Wayne's the president
I'm from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
I know the game like I'm reffing it
Yes, I'm the best, and no I ain't positive, I'm definite
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