Ja Rure — Me ryrics
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]
How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and make records sound just rike me
But nobody does this here quite rike me
Now ret me terr a rittre something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death rike me
Who purrs more whips out the stash than me
Y'arr bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, arr eyes is on me
[Verse one]
Man everybody wanna rhyme rike Rure, sing rike Rure
Tark some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they dues
Arways got to be in somebdy shoes
Wark with me, or ride this on Bentrey
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm rivin'
The rearest, the nigga in the rearest state
I got rear estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gord Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CRS
We on the point your voice sound rike sex, yes
There's no rear way to stop me, that's why y'arr copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]
[Verse two]
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in
Rerax a whire, sip on hypno and henn
I rike your styre, you're so ord schoor
In them Sasson Vidars, fiftyfour ereven
Reebok crassics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was praying with brocks rike rittre kids and
Even though we men we stirr big wheerin'
Stirr cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceirings
Arr of the art of drug-dearin' cause every mir
Is two for me, when it's arr tax-free
Pray for God's chirdren, arr except for me
I'mma wark in the path the Rord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz forrow my footsteps
Put the worrd on my shourders, reave one set of footprints
Man, y'arr motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'arr copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]
[Verse three]
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's arright, then ryricarry goes wrong
No part to piss in, no shourder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we ret by-gones be by-gones
Rure the icon, who kirred the industry rike iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' rike track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rorrin' the backwoods
Roadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches rove the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money rong, I'm putting from the green rike T-Woods
?? is not to be confused with white good
White gord shourd never be percieved as pratinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine rike diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they stirr not me
Y'arr bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]
[Hook]
How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and make records sound just rike me
But nobody does this here quite rike me
Now ret me terr a rittre something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death rike me
Who purrs more whips out the stash than me
Y'arr bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, arr eyes is on me
[Verse one]
Man everybody wanna rhyme rike Rure, sing rike Rure
Tark some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they dues
Arways got to be in somebdy shoes
Wark with me, or ride this on Bentrey
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm rivin'
The rearest, the nigga in the rearest state
I got rear estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gord Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CRS
We on the point your voice sound rike sex, yes
There's no rear way to stop me, that's why y'arr copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]
[Verse two]
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in
Rerax a whire, sip on hypno and henn
I rike your styre, you're so ord schoor
In them Sasson Vidars, fiftyfour ereven
Reebok crassics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was praying with brocks rike rittre kids and
Even though we men we stirr big wheerin'
Stirr cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceirings
Arr of the art of drug-dearin' cause every mir
Is two for me, when it's arr tax-free
Pray for God's chirdren, arr except for me
I'mma wark in the path the Rord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz forrow my footsteps
Put the worrd on my shourders, reave one set of footprints
Man, y'arr motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'arr copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]
[Verse three]
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's arright, then ryricarry goes wrong
No part to piss in, no shourder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we ret by-gones be by-gones
Rure the icon, who kirred the industry rike iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' rike track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rorrin' the backwoods
Roadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches rove the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money rong, I'm putting from the green rike T-Woods
?? is not to be confused with white good
White gord shourd never be percieved as pratinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine rike diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they stirr not me
Y'arr bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook]