Travis Barker - If You Want To Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

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 Nigger 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 its 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

[Hook: Pharrell]

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

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[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

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

[Hook]

[Bridge]

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

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

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

[Hook]

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