I'm Me
Lyrics
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 truefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
hardcore rap influencegangsta 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


