Artist: B.o.B f/ Killer Mike, Playboy Tre Album: B.o.B vs. Bobby Ray Mixtape Song: Say What You Want Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Michael Jackson] "Say, say, say, what you want But don't, play, games..." {*FURY*} [B.o.B - with Michael Jackson sample in background] Go right ahead, say whatever you want, please That's it? Go ahead, I'm here all day {*yawning*} Ahhh Yup! Ha ha, yup, well [B.o.B.] Say what you like, but I just, take a little knife, and then I make a little slice, and then I, take a little bite, yum! So miss me with all that doubt, what they all talkin about? Talkin 'bout I ain't dope? What the hell are y'all bloggin about? I'm the authority now, and I'm the priority now So if you ain't on my side, might as well just throw in ya towel Oh how cocky of me~! To speak so highly of me They say I'm crazy now; I guess I'll hire a shrink And this is just how I feel - why would I lie on a beat? But y'all be sleepin on me, so I guess y'all +lie+ on the beat Heh! Well that went over yo' head And I'm B.o.B a/k/a Bobby Ray so don't you ever forget, yeah "Say, say, say, what you want" {*4X*} [Playboy Tre] Yeahhhh It's Playboy Tre bitch I'm back, once again where the fuck we at? Standin strong and you can run and tell them sucka niggaz that Gimme my Henn', gimme my cup, play my beat and leave me 'lone And you can bet, I'ma bring that fuckin trophy back home Yellin hoo-ray, hoo-rah; either way I want my moolah like it's payday, and I ain't leavin the game until I say say It's +Tre Day+, I fuck Deltas to the AKA's to ghetto ass hoes who name they bad-ass son Tay-Tay Ray-Ray, and Day-Day, I'm bustin like a AK Fuck around and find yo' ass in a motherfuckin melee So say what you will nigga, you can talk it, or blog it Like diarrhea to toilet stools, I ain't comin off it - naw! "Say, say, say, what you want" {*4X*} [Killer Mike] Westside O.G. everybody know he can not be held back It's Killer Kill from the 'ville don't mess don't chill Been buckin since that crack Fat boy, fly boy, fly boy, fat boy Know these hatin ass niggaz hate that I prevail in spite of Hell and now I'm boss hoggin in a 'llac Actually, it's a Benz my friend; I just rhymed this shit for a rap And - actually I got businesses; I ain't really gotta motherfuckin rap I'm talkin barbershops and corner sto', independent label GTO 'Bout to open a studio, bet'cha y'all'll love me then Get yo' ass a record deal and buy yo' fonky publishin Say what you like, but don't fuck with Mike I'm a lot of J Prince and a little Suge Knight I'm throwed in the game like a basketball I'm a big dawg, you're a flea on my balls What you say don't pay so sincerely I say motherfuck yo' mommas and alla y'all! Yeah lil' bruh, y'knahmsayin? This the big dawg right here, man it's ya big dawg Mike Bigga is bigga y'know? Known as Killer Kill from the 'ville I just wanna say lil' bruh man I'm proud of you lil' bruh Y'knahmsayin, with "Who is B.o.B?" And now you sayin man it's Bobby Ray I respect it bruh! No I respect it like when Muhammad Ali came out of Cassius Clay man So I'm happy to meet Bobby Ray lil' bruh And let me tell you somethin lil' bruh ANY HATER man, any hater, that come up against you bruh He don't wanna see the crystal He don't love the 'coustic guitar He want you to AutoTune Tell him to suck TEN THOUSAND WEE-WEE man And big bruh said that man! Knahmsayin? Tell him to play booty hole games at the motherfuckin... at at Tell him to play at the at at at as the bulldog do, y'knahmean? But Don't play with Bobby Ray man I'm fuckin with ya hard man Grind Time rap game bang bang bang man Um he dope cause I said so, holla at me Westside O.G., everybody know me, fo'real~!