Travis Barker, Pharrell, Lupe Fiasco - If U Want To lyrics

Oh, no oh, no oh, no oh, no
The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig
No swine for the supper
No wine in the cupboard
Everything of mine must show
Signs of the suffer
And keep you abreast of the utter, struggle
To keep it all fresh like tupper
One of the tougher ginger bread
Men out the cutter
Skin ain't Huck Finn but I
Ain't Nigga Jim motherfucker
I'm more like Clubber
From the upper cut of the gutter
Never kow tow I won't bow down
To the bull like Calcutta
That ain't what I'm rapping for
I'd rather be a matador so ta ta, rather raw
I know that sounds fucked
Up like a repertoire
But there's no Ruth's Chris if
I lose so I choose
To keep em seeing red like crips and pirus
He the guy who rides the haikus
Schooled at Cooley High, who has the not to
Till it's time to rise up, ride for our views
Tired of all the lies won't
Abide by ya'll rules
AK's and IQ's, so my skies are light blue

Hey, I must admit it
I ain't ashamed I'm the best
They didn't get it
That's why I'm pissing off the rest
Niggas is jealous
Of what I got resting on my neck
Cause it took me from down underground
To soaring like a G4
Mug if you want to, bug if you want to
Chill if you want to, shrug if you want to
Build if you want to, joke if you want to
Disrespect me that's what you won't do
That's what you won't do

Been around the world the
Things that I've seen
These things get turned into
Things that I sing
Things stringed together with
Similes in between
Been mean since the teens
Since little green Marines
I beam, Mean Gene, Mean Greene, lean
Dream, being the king, bling, bling
Three rings, ringlings, home
Own, throw, Eames, yeah!
To move towards it I had the root for it
Like the home team, now they all lean
Singing that Queen Somebody To Love rap
City Boheme we all champ-eens you don't
Wanna bite the dust
Better stay on your scene
I drop the lyric, Woodbine, Bokeem
You can document it, Columbine bowling
I got the spirit, I require no wings
A fly MC, riveting my passions
To buy pro wings
Then wear 'em on the cover of your magazines
Feeling real Yeti in my size
Fourteens tryna trump to lean, blue

Hey, I must admit it
I ain't ashamed I'm the best
They didn't get it
That's why I'm pissing off the rest
Niggas is jealous
Of what I got resting on my neck
Cause it took me from down underground
To soaring like a G4
Mug if you want to, bug if you want to
Chill if you want to, shrug if you want to
Build if you want to, joke if you want to
Disrespect me that's what you won't do
That's what you won't do

Call Me Mama
Nah ain't about to ignore me mama
All these ho's on me mama
Why the hell you ain't want me mama
Call Me Mama
Nah ain't about to ignore me mama
All these ho's on me mama
Why the hell you ain't want me mama

Success is my friend
Who knew that when I grew up
I'd be just like him
Expect my roar if you reject
My whim, erect my law, respect my pim
I bring the pain, Method Man
I bring the pain, S&M
Shout to Fam-Lay one of my bestest friends
Try and kill us send all
Your deaths threats in
I'll just reply with excess wins
Please God correct my sins
And protect my kin, as I jetset
Headrest up and my leg rest in, let's go

Hey, I must admit it
I ain't ashamed I'm the best
They didn't get it
That's why I'm pissing off the rest
Niggas is jealous
Of what I got resting on my neck
Cause it took me from down underground
To soaring like a G4
Mug if you want to, bug if you want to
Chill if you want to, shrug if you want to
Build if you want to, joke if you want to
Disrespect me that's what you won't do
That's what you won't do