Maybe (Remix)
Title | Maybe (Remix) |
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Artist | Pharrell Williams |
Album | We Got It 4 Cheap, Vol. 2 |
Release Date | 2006 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Break: Maybe (Original)] Hold it now [scratched] [Intro] This for all the... All the connoisseurs of fine rhyme you know? I dug deep in the cellars of my mind for this I love y'all niggas, I just wanna air some things out Dear hip-hop, ya know? Dear hip-hop Dear hip-hop [Verse 1] I got a cult following, N.E.R.D. is far from pop, G No radio, light spins since the video drop, see I'm the tourbillon of this shit, like Mozart and Bach be I'ma show you niggas what time it is, niggas watch me My falsetto's been hot, like The Sopranos' five seasons Alto beats, "Grindin'" soundin' like "Frontin'"? Niggas is reachin' I pimped across the stage, nigga tipsy off that reason Snatched that Grammy, when I joke I call it the G-Thing Ask Robin Leach how many V-somethings in my fortress Like Russell Crowe in Gladiator, so many fucking horses Porsches, Maranello, that's white, I call it Ghost Phantom named Nightmare, black scares people the most I introduced BAPE to the world, 400, nigga, out fast Favorite group, White Stripes, R. Kelly, Kanye, and OutKast A R&B producer, I was sittin' on the shelf A Ralph Laurenic nerd then Noreaga gave me help But my samples wouldn't clear, and I couldn't rock a wig And they didn't have pimp cups, and dancin' wasn't my gig But shoulder brushin', blazers, and trucker hats I did And the only niggas I ain't work with was 2Pac and B.I.G, haha [Hook] You and me BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC (Yup) Just because we skate down the road (Niggas) Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (Bitches) You and me BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC Just because we skate down the road (Love y'all, man) Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (You have no idea) You might also like[Verse 2] Now errbody keep asking me about Kelis She's dope with or without me, 'til I die, that's what I speak I never run to the tabloids and run around here grinnin' I'm a peaceful, Rolls Royce-drivin' black John Lennon Psychedelic beats, medals on my soldier jacket Fuckin' the baddest bitches in fashion, niggas, can you imagine? Ma, why you even breathin? Why you even talkin'? Put my big bang in your black hole, I'm Stephen Hawkings If the mind is full of water, can you believe I'm walkin' On your thoughts, trust me niggas, what I've achieved is awesome Mind readers, you think you know me, proceed with caution Ohup! Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind, you lost him I cried when my grandma died, Bob said Jah saves If Jah's short for Jesus, then I'll sing what Bob says Oh, small diamonds are blasé blasé Remember 20 karat solitaires can not be pavé And while my heart has lots of scars hidden My beats is star-ridden, givin' trucks and jeeps and cars rhythm Accompanied by 40 bars spitting, not from the prospective of narciss-um But as N.E.R.D. goes, I start pene-trating minds unlikely fitting Ghetto girls and thugs liking the album guitar-driven, yup Ghetto girls to girls from the valley From niggas that skate to niggas that pump crack in they alleys I'm the black Carl Sagan, Timothy Leary, John Lennon Lookin for my Yoko, hoping my wife hears me And maybe she'll have more Interscope and won't be a Virgin Who bought my album, and who will prefer the regular version that goes [Break: Maybe (Original) plays fast] See, maybe (Haha) There was something wrong (Hooo!) And you were telling me no wrong (What up black radio? Daddy loves you) See, maybe (Ahhhhohhhhhhhhhh!) The laugh's on me (Yeahhhh) And life was telling me a joke (joke joke joke) [Hook] You and me BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC Just because we skate down the road (Mean what?) Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (Nigga nigga) You and me BAPE, Ice Cream and BBC Just because we skate down the road Don't mean we can't slam Phantom doors (Nigga-nigga) [Outro] Love y'all P.S.: Daddy loves you Yours truly, N.E.R.D Yup! |