[Intro: Pharrell Williams & Kanye West]
Uh, girls on the floor, hahaha
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
On a scale of one to ten, what do you rate yourself
Here's some champagne, hydrate yourself
I know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself
I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should hate yourself
My style so cold, I could skate myself
But I go so hard, I could make it melt
I mean the flow so solar every bar, could power an electric car
My, my, my, whips is side-by-side, he just talkin', mine's outside
Do you mind if I take you on a test, do you have all-wheel drive
And if that baby purr, I'm gonna baby her
Bitchеs gon' hate and maybe worse
Causе your ice so brrr I copped you a baby fur just to work
I know you was unprepared, but this is a whole new arena
See, niggas come by talkin' bout they make it rain
I'll make that bitch Katrina
Mr. Kanye Omari, with my Entourage, no Ari
And a motorcycle jacket, no Harley
She said dude, that's cool (Gnarly)
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Someday I'll laugh about it
All that pressure stashed behind it
Couldn't it last like that? I doubt it
But c'mon girl, let's laugh about it (Laugh about it)
[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
The color from the pain of those memories
Because you're screamin from the clouds, goin out
The color from those painted these melodies
In fact I'm dreamin 'bout it now, UHH~!
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre parade of the toys he made
In shemaghs and shades, who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they wave
And camouflage suits made to fit youths
'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Where AK-47s that they shooting into heaven
Like they tryna kill a Jetson, the struggles, little recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't write their own names
Or read the words that's on they own graves
Now I don't know much about where I'm from
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government want me dead so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young
The scientist say it only affects the mind
The little boy said it only affects the girls
The preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul
A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Someday I'll laugh about it
All that pressure stashed behind it
Couldn't it last like that? I doubt it
But c'mon girl, let's laugh about it (Laugh about it)
[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
The color from the pain of those memories
Because you're screamin from the clouds, goin out
The color from those painted these melodies
In fact I'm dreamin 'bout it now, UHH~!
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Now lil' Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop, told her "Lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer"
Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal
Lil' Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop, told her "Lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer"
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots, and black hat
He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass