EURO 2000
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
Me and all my
Me and all my
Me and all my
Pow pow
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke uh
Me and all my boys we be straight up killer
Why you look all stupid like you seen Godzilla?
Monster on the beat and the beat like Dilla
All my boys be loud
We be loud
We be loud, loud
Me and all my girls we be fashion killers
You look like you've never seen a queen in real life
You piss on our parade but we got umbrellas
All my girls be out
We be out
We be out, out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke uh
Fake boys be always hatin' on a real, right?
If they feel threatened by your truth you did your job right
There gotta be a target so an arrow hit, right?
If I'm wrong, let me know!
I got twenty twenty vision for my 2020
Sellin' out arenas then I sell out Wembley
Maybe then I'm popular enough to win a Grammy
'Cause the Grammy's turned to MTV recently
I've been thinkin' about others' imagery of me
Do they see me the way that I think that they see me?
If you always listen to the shit that people got to talk
You will never become free
You are chained to their thought
My mama cut my hair, could not afford the barbershop
Not afford me Nikes, change my shoes on photoshop
They ask me how I made these songs
Without help, without bucks
See, my talent is still bigger than all bank accounts
And yeah I still rap about being gay, it is my right
After laying wide awake
All my life, every night
Questioning everything under the ozone layer and above
But now I'm out and I am proud and that's the shit that we about uh
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke uh
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
Me and all my
Me and all my
Me and all my
Pow pow
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke uh
Me and all my boys we be straight up killer
Why you look all stupid like you seen Godzilla?
Monster on the beat and the beat like Dilla
All my boys be loud
We be loud
We be loud, loud
Me and all my girls we be fashion killers
You look like you've never seen a queen in real life
You piss on our parade but we got umbrellas
All my girls be out
We be out
We be out, out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke uh
Fake boys be always hatin' on a real, right?
If they feel threatened by your truth you did your job right
There gotta be a target so an arrow hit, right?
If I'm wrong, let me know!
I got twenty twenty vision for my 2020
Sellin' out arenas then I sell out Wembley
Maybe then I'm popular enough to win a Grammy
'Cause the Grammy's turned to MTV recently
I've been thinkin' about others' imagery of me
Do they see me the way that I think that they see me?
If you always listen to the shit that people got to talk
You will never become free
You are chained to their thought
My mama cut my hair, could not afford the barbershop
Not afford me Nikes, change my shoes on photoshop
They ask me how I made these songs
Without help, without bucks
See, my talent is still bigger than all bank accounts
And yeah I still rap about being gay, it is my right
After laying wide awake
All my life, every night
Questioning everything under the ozone layer and above
But now I'm out and I am proud and that's the shit that we about uh
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my boys we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
All the cash, bag it up
All the fakes, sort 'em out
Me and all my girls we be out, all about
'Bout the cash, 'bout the loud
'Bout the flack, 'bout the smoke uh
Credits
Writer(s): Stefan D. Giurgiu
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