Diggy, Lupe Fiasco, Pharrell - Oh Yeah! lyrics

Diggy what's good man, it's your big brother
Lupe' long time coming
Its like the future meets the future
Of the future you heard
Its some of that laid back
Light up that nine chomper let it marinade
You know
Some of that make you wonder, make you ponder
What's here, most likely what's beyonder
Its a beautiful thang'

This gone be a fine ride
See it in my minds eye
Black man in a white mans world, ha
Blind side sweeter then key lime pies
Look how fast the time flies
Where you gone to be when the
Parties over and wine dries
Yeah we got nine lives
But they got nine knives
We only got once chance
And they get nine tries
Tell you that dimes fly
And baby girls a fine prize
All I see is money when I
Look inside this dimes eyes
Lifes a bitch, i'll be rich if i make her cry
Tear-soaked tissue turns to money
If you let it dry
Increase my worth and she get hurt
I'll make a fortune if she dies
Take her off of that machine
I'll benefit from her demise
Damn, thats how we are
Take a life, than buy out the bar
So lets celebrate, lets make a toast
To succeed in life, just make a ghost

I got em' like, they screaming like
I can't hear ya, louder
I got em like, they screaming like
Turn it up oh yeah
You hear the crowd, they want it now
I puts it down oh yeah
Oh oo oh yeah, yeah, oh oo oh yeah, yeah
Oh oo oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

The one metatronic, mind control sonics
Davis and Shapira, if ya tryna get me phonic
Bitches miss me they on it
Haters diss leave a comment
And if how i ride make you sick of me, vomit
Let me finish my composite
As the game change it's interesting
How odd the cards get
Such a random thing and so ironic
I used the oh yeah trying to defy logic
Trying to be the birdy
J said it was to early
Just tryna tell you whats happening - Shirley
I use my guts when my vision gets mirky
Help me, but thank you lord at the same time
Mercy
Excuse my french i guess i am not worthy
Quietly touching numbers like your
Watch observe me often misunderstood
Ya'll usually get me wrong
Ya'll tryna get it in, i'm tryna get it on
Life is your wife
They keep callin me say he did it wrong
Life don't suck suck life
Until her titties gone
You niggas missions wrong
Plus you misinformed
Hanging under assholes you get shitted on
Yes

I got em' like, they screaming like
I can't hear ya, louder
I got em like, they screaming like
Turn it up oh yeah
You hear the crowd, they want it now
I puts it down oh yeah
Oh oo oh yeah, yeah, oh oo oh yeah, yeah
Oh oo oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Uh, ahead of my time
So I'm something like a preemie
And I got the co-sign from the
Dude who was pre me
I don't see none of y'all, you see me
Y'all can't see me ya Stevie
Blow up and I make it look easy
Yeah I'm so wack cause Im on TV
If I am such an amateur when I
Come around what you panic for
Cause you know I'm hotter than a planets core
Hands are sore from writing ice
Colder than a winters lighting device
My clock is mad so my timings tight I
Know you think that Lupe's writing right
But, I'm this nice, foolish thoughts
Got more class than my school is taught
You haters talk out your cheeks
I call booty talk
I hold it down in the streets
I rep that new-New York
Just a youngin' thats doing his thing
So why are you distraught
I got you buster?s so dusted cause
I wasn?t so much just discussing
And I don't do the Dougie or krumpin'
Got signed new cousins been coming
Don't watch me, watch the repeats
You ain't ready know I think I'm Big Meech

I got em' like, they screaming like
I can't hear ya, louder
I got em like, they screaming like
Turn it up oh yeah
You hear the crowd, they want it now
I puts it down oh yeah
Oh oo oh yeah, yeah, oh oo oh yeah, yeah
Oh oo oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah