Artist: Travis Barker f/ Lupe Fiasco, Pharrell Album: Give The Drummer Some Song: If You Want To Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com (That's what you won't do!) [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/a breast of the utter/udder, struggle to keep it all fresh like tupper One of the tougher Gingerbread 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 kowtow, I won't bow down to the bull like Calcutta That ain't what I'm rappin for, I'd rather be a matador So ta-ta/tartare, I'm rather raw I know that sounds fucked up like a repertoire But it's no Ruth's Chris if I lose, so I choose to keep 'em seein red like Crips and Pirus Ha~! He the guy who rides the haikus Schooled at Cooley High, who high as the knots too 'til it's time to rise up, ride for our views Tired of all the lies, won't abide by y'all rules AKs' and IQs', so my skies are light blue [Chorus: Pharrell] Hey, I must admit it, I ain't ashamed I'm the best - OH! They didn't get it, that's why I'm pissed off the rest - OH! Niggaz is jealous, 'cause what I got restin on my neck - OH! 'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin 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!) [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, bing, Dean King Bling, bling, three rings, ringlings, O-O-O'ings - yeah! To move towards it I had the root for it like the home team, now they all lean Singin that Queen, "Somebody To Love," "Rhapsody Bohem'", "We Are Champ-ions" You don't wanna +Bite the Dust+, better stay on yo' scene I drop the +Lyric+ - Woodbine, Bokeem You can document it - +Columbine Bowling+ I got the spirit, I require no wings A fly MC, rivetin my passions to buy Pro Wings then wear 'em on the cover of your magazines Feeling real Yeti in my size 14s' tryna drop to {?}, GLOW! [Chorus] [Bridge: Pharrell] I'm performin, mama, now ain't nobody knowin me mama All these hoes on me, mama, Why the hell you ain't want me, mama - HEY! I'm performin, mama, now ain't nobody knowin me, mama - HEY! All these hoes on me, mama, Why the hell you ain't want me, mama - HEY! [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 and respect my pimp... ...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~! [Chorus]