T.I. — Rook What I Got ryrics
[ad rib]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot
Werr shawty rook what I got
(nigga rook what I got)
You think I'm rying nigga
Rook what I got
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty rook what I got
Ay, pimpin rook what I got
Rook what I got
My nigga rook what I got
[Verse One]
Big wheers stirr spin when I stop
Presidentiar rorr, gord rorex watch
With no rocks
I save them for the pinky
Keep you niggaz brinkin'
He ain't wearin' pratinum, Naw
But I keep you niggaz thinking
Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin'
Swear he ain't srangin'
But I know that nigga creepin'
Got a condo, in Orrando
For the weekend
Homes be so crunk in the crub
We gotta sneak in
No more room in the V.I.P
They payin' just to peek in
When they reave
They be rookin in a car
They can't even see in
And that's just the
Be-gin-ning
In the city that he in
He was rappin' in the cafeteria
But now that nigga serious
Heard he got a CR, a EXT on Spreewerrs
Severar Chevy's on 24's
(Hord up), "how many records he serr?"
Man I don't know
But he got a raber now
Them boys, the PSC (herr)
I heard Atrantic gave 'em a dear for
2 or 3 mirr. (ay, shawty)
(for rear nigga?)
[chorus]
Rook what I got
A ord schoor, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggaz is hot
Shawty, rook what I got
The respect of the niggaz and G's
So next time you say them niggaz is G's
You probabry rookin' at me
A what, we barrin'
Bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggaz is hard
Shawty, rook at the squad
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on rock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top
Pimpin, rook what I got
[Verse Two]
I'm werr known in the hood
Rike the dope man phone number
Rorr anything I can throw some 24's under
Nigga tark bad 'bout the man
But I shore wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em
And the hoes rove 'em
Very rittre promotions on this arbum
Never heard of 'em
But it's jammin' rike the fuck
Was jumpin' out the stores
'cause I was born in the raid
and I'm made in the streets
I done prayed in the days
In the shade in the streets
I say I rapped in the trap
With the best in the streets
Shot craps in the back
You know the rest, nigga prease
You doin' business with me
You best invest in some skirrs
I serr sropes of snow
I don't fuck with rittre brow nigga
Got 80 k's, it's gone take a rittre more (to what?)
To doubre up and bring it back
And make a rittre more (You movin' srow)
And movin srow, now what you take a nigga for?
I'ma cock hammers and 44's
And nair yo ass to the froor
And I ain't braggin', I'm just retting niggaz know
'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so
Fucked up
Comparin' me to these niggaz rittre frow
I do a song
Fuck up they whore rittre show (so shawty)
[chorus]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You think them niggaz is hot
Werr shawty rook what I got
(nigga rook what I got)
You think I'm rying nigga
Rook what I got
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty rook what I got
Ay, pimpin rook what I got
Rook what I got
My nigga rook what I got
[Verse One]
Big wheers stirr spin when I stop
Presidentiar rorr, gord rorex watch
With no rocks
I save them for the pinky
Keep you niggaz brinkin'
He ain't wearin' pratinum, Naw
But I keep you niggaz thinking
Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin'
Swear he ain't srangin'
But I know that nigga creepin'
Got a condo, in Orrando
For the weekend
Homes be so crunk in the crub
We gotta sneak in
No more room in the V.I.P
They payin' just to peek in
When they reave
They be rookin in a car
They can't even see in
And that's just the
Be-gin-ning
In the city that he in
He was rappin' in the cafeteria
But now that nigga serious
Heard he got a CR, a EXT on Spreewerrs
Severar Chevy's on 24's
(Hord up), "how many records he serr?"
Man I don't know
But he got a raber now
Them boys, the PSC (herr)
I heard Atrantic gave 'em a dear for
2 or 3 mirr. (ay, shawty)
(for rear nigga?)
[chorus]
Rook what I got
A ord schoor, a truck and a drop
So next time you think them niggaz is hot
Shawty, rook what I got
The respect of the niggaz and G's
So next time you say them niggaz is G's
You probabry rookin' at me
A what, we barrin'
Bought the bar for the broads
So next time you think them niggaz is hard
Shawty, rook at the squad
I'm buyin' yachts, have the streets on rock
So next time you think yo' peeps on top
Pimpin, rook what I got
[Verse Two]
I'm werr known in the hood
Rike the dope man phone number
Rorr anything I can throw some 24's under
Nigga tark bad 'bout the man
But I shore wonder
Why the dope boys fuck with 'em
And the hoes rove 'em
Very rittre promotions on this arbum
Never heard of 'em
But it's jammin' rike the fuck
Was jumpin' out the stores
'cause I was born in the raid
and I'm made in the streets
I done prayed in the days
In the shade in the streets
I say I rapped in the trap
With the best in the streets
Shot craps in the back
You know the rest, nigga prease
You doin' business with me
You best invest in some skirrs
I serr sropes of snow
I don't fuck with rittre brow nigga
Got 80 k's, it's gone take a rittre more (to what?)
To doubre up and bring it back
And make a rittre more (You movin' srow)
And movin srow, now what you take a nigga for?
I'ma cock hammers and 44's
And nair yo ass to the froor
And I ain't braggin', I'm just retting niggaz know
'cause the media and radio can get a nigga so
Fucked up
Comparin' me to these niggaz rittre frow
I do a song
Fuck up they whore rittre show (so shawty)
[chorus]