Me Too Songtext
von Boosie Badazz

Lil Boosie, nigga (Badazz, real nigga)
You down to ride, nigga? (You down to ride, nigga?)

Man, I was raised ′round thugs, nigga
Man, it's Lil Boosie the 2005 juvie in the hemi with the tooly
I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes
With a look up on my face that say homicide (homicide)
Come take a ride to Baton Rouge where I′m running loose
With a gun in hand everyday, like Tupac in Juice
Got my lil' nigga in the back seat with a black hood
With a doja of the backwood
Rubberbands on his fingers, you know my nigga stack good


It's wheel of fortune my nigga (bling)
Still bustin′ them triggers
And I might stuck lil′ daddy, but I'll touch one of you niggas
Let me run it by my Big Boi, Big Curb and Hemlock
Big Jock and Kenyock and Teedo gon′ straight knock yo' head off
Southside levy dog
′Til I'm gon′ with a heater for you people who gon', disrespect me wrong
That iron, that iron, nigga know I got mine
Nigga know that I'll blind any nigga who want my shine, oh

Don′t get me started
Don′t make me get so retarded, I have to shut down the party
With a .40 on my waist
You niggas gon' hate
Hollerin′ that we riding choppa, you better stack up ya K, nigga

Yeah, you 'bout yo′ mind, nigga? Me too, shit, me too, sh-, me too
Yeah, you slangin' iron, nigga? Me too, slangin′ iron, me too, me too
Yo' clique of niggas down to ride, nigga?
Me too, shit, we down to ride, me too, me too
Yeah, you on the grind, nigga? Me too, me too, me too

Back to the facts, my niggas got stacks
That shit you tryna do, we been did that
My nigga Bleak up in the street, with a .44 revolver
Hollerin' boy play with Hatch and I′m going straight, deadly departure
I-V-Y, and that′s my nigga
And we ride or die, chasing these figures
Got me fucked up with your last mate, I ain't ya fuckin′ classmate
You talk shit get duct tape, now look at you, fuck face


I been the best, gon' be the best, ′cause I live what I'm talking
Been hustlin′ 'fore I remember, I really be ballin'
I got a 320 Benz, a .45 on the hip
22 inches on a hemi, and my records they sellin′
For them convicted felon like I can′t get ballin' DVD
Wish they could see me, right now, I′m three-deep
I gotta send a CD to the pen for my niggas who got ten
Feelin' like they just can′t win

For my nigga Headbusta, head buster, these niggas scared of us
We thug love lil' daddy, you could call us blood brothers
Don′t make me get that choppa for ya sista and yo' motherfuckin' mama
Talkin′ ′bout you 'bout that drama

Yeah, you ′bout yo' mind, nigga? Me too, shit, me too, sh-, me too
Yeah, you slangin′ iron, nigga? Me too, slangin' iron, me too, me too
Yo′ clique of niggas down to ride, nigga?
Me too, shit, we down to ride, me too, me too
Yeah, you on the grind, nigga? Me too, me too, me too

Man, this last one for people who be asking
"How you get that shit and ya ain't even went platinum?"
(Get out my business, bitch)
I would say, but the Feds in the hood today
Packin' us up like it′s Judgment Day
But my thugs, don′t say a thang
You run yo' mouth, you get knocked off, that′s the fuckin' game
They say they watchin′ us man, shit, me too
You think that I ain't been watchin′ you in my fuckin' rearview

I would get a nigga to steal you, but my city small
And if we drop one of you bitches, we gon' really ball
This for my niggas in the club with that liquor in them
Finna get that four nickel in them, that four nickel in them

Yeah, this here for them niggas (that think)
Who think that you ain′t ′bout what they 'bout
That′s how they be feelin'
And they don′t even know a nigga, man
You know what I'm sayin′?
That when they get fucked up
Hollerin' 'bout this and that, a nigga ridin′
We don′t ride like that, dawg
Get your money up, nigga
We out this bitch, you ready? Me too (bitch)