Loyd Banks - Celebrity (feat Eminem & Akon) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Akon (Lloyd Banks)]
Ch'eaaah!
Yeeeaaahh!
Yeeah!
Uuuuh-huh!
Akon and Lloooyd Banks!
Oooh-oooohhh-ohhhh!
Oooh-oooohhh-ohhhh! (uh!)
Yeah!

[Lloyd Banks {Akon}:]
I just touched-down, Ferrari to concrete (uh!)
I ain't even home when they're talkin' about me. (what?)
F*ck out my ears if you're talkin' about free'
N*gga; free don't pay the bills, I'm ballin' all out, B. (yeah!) {yeah!}
You rappers don't know me. - Nah, I ain't your homie (uh!)
If your name ain't EM, Ferrari or Tony. {ooohh-ooohh!}
I like my wheel chrome, my Bentley, my Rolly.
My Magnum, my 40! South Jamaica shawty. {yeah!} (pop!)
These losses I took in the gut yo (yo!)
The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow. (slow!) {yeah!}
Clear my mind; and whippin' the truck load
My Pop dead! But he live through his son though. {yeah!}
If rap ain't work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe (hoe!)
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow!
I'm back like crack, over the drumroll!
You know? Wherever I go, the gun go!

[Chorus: Akon]
We on the grind! (Hey!) - All the time! (Hey!)
Ain't 'bout to let a n*gga come and snatch mine! (Hey!)
I keep a 9! (Hey!) - You see the shine! (Hey!)
I might just let your ass slide this time,
While I get this paper! (Yeah!) - Paper!
While I get this paper! (Yeah!) - Paper!

[Bridge: Akon (Lloyd Banks)]
Cause I'm a celebrity. (I don't need none of y'all!) (uh!)
Ghetto celebrity. (Keep your punk-ass awards!) (yeah!)
I'm a celebrity! (Take your fake smile off!)
Ghetto celebrity! (uh!) Ain't nothing changed, n*gga!

[Lloyd Banks {Akon}:]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure (uh!)
Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer through the metal;
Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough! - That inner city grammer (uh!)
Step your jewels up; they bruised up! - I'll sparkle for the camera. (yeah!) {Oooh!}
Harsh reality's what closin' in holding the Mack from opening
Verbal attack all over these n*ggas, push the herd to the back! (yeah!) {oohh!}
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
Lay on, n*ggas for days, just shots spray on! (pop, pop, pop!) {yeah!}
My sound system knock and in pound 2Pac (yeah!)
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot! (hot!) {yeah!}
They spot me! They chase a n*gga down two blocks (blocks!)
Two shots in the air for n*ggas that ain't here. (uhh!)
Two tone, two door. - Grey top, blue floor!
Green guap galore - in and out of new hall. (hall!)
That bright light you saw - was a paparazzi flash.
Tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass!

[Chorus]
[Chorus: Akon]
We on the grind! (Hey!) - All the time! (Hey!)
Ain't 'bout to let a n*gga come and snatch mine! (Hey!)
I keep a 9! (Hey!) - You see the shine! (Hey!)
I might just let your ass slide this time,
While I get this paper! (Yeah!) - Paper!
While I get this paper! (Yeah!) - Paper!

[Bridge: Akon (Lloyd Banks)]
Cause I'm a celebrity. (I don't need none of y'all!) (uh!)
Ghetto celebrity. (Keep your punk-ass awards!) (yeah!)
I'm a celebrity! (Take your fake smile off!)
Ghetto celebrity! (uh!) Ain't nothing changed, n*gga!

[Outro: Akon]
Ain't nothing changed, n*gga!
Ain't nothing changed, n*gga!
Ain't nothing changed, n*gga!
Ain't nothing changed, n*gga...

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