MMG The World Is Ours

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain... [Interlude: Rick Ross] This shit make me feel a certain kind of way Huh, this shit feel good right here This shit feel like, some Carol City shit right here My nigga Peanut, rest in peace See you would felt this right here I'm on my Convertible Burt shit [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm feelin' myself, hope you feelin' me too God forgives and I don't, unforgettable dude I'm ballin' my nigga, and that's word to your mama I want you to ride, definition of honor Honor thy brother, but murder these hoes Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes Always making moves, I didn't make the rules I'm just making ends meet with this plate of food Went from Spaghetti-O's to a new set of Vogues Back to square one, we still was selling those My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dawg Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife Dawg On awards tours with all the wrong whores Had the right ideas in all the wrong stores Timing is everything, rhyming is everything Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain [Interlude: Pharrell Williams] Yeah man, ya heard? I rock Chanel nigga, yeah, Skateboard, heh [Verse 2: Pharrell Williams] They say "Skateboard, you racist You only hang with white Cubans" Nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving This is jewelry, that shit is foolery Frozen water on my neck nigga, who cool as me? Up in mansion like the black Kurt Cobain My nigga Ross said he's the boss 'cause he works cocaine And under no certain circumstances Will the facets of the diamonds not be disrespectful And hurt your chain And your feelings, yeah, they villains But I'm chilling, I'm still a N.E.R.D Millions and millions and millions off of verbs While my niggas be stealing and killing and thrilling for the birds Making deals, squeezing the life out of them Nextel chirps But, I'm on my iPhone (uhh) Bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad The doors go up and I gone Black boy scoring his life, I'm scoring the Oscars (I'm really am, nigga) Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster But now I eat the apple with my AP Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me Says the little boy that loves you, who had the ashy feet Now I wear that ashy white suit out in Fashion Week (Yes, nigga) Where the upper-classes meet, that's just me I smash the beat [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Uhh, dedication to motivation, gave 'em motives to hate me Old homies betrayed me, running around saying they made me But when I had a quarter, they had four and the baby It was a whole different story, but fuck, them niggas is shady Now I'm self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise Whole circle shining nigga, never had no selfish ways Never had nobody tell me go and get it, tell me save Had to learn on my own, ask my mama, I was gone Puffing purple getting stoned, tryna take the pain away Now it's Rolls Royces, umbrellas for a rainy day Old heads told me, "Young fella, this ain't the game to play" Had to take the chance, told the dealer, "Deal my hand" And now that nigga's getting murdered, shit is getting scary I put mirror tint all on the Ghost, I'm screaming, "Bloody Mary" Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Let 'em cross the line of scrimmage, they get fucking buried They had me cutting through that field just like a rushing Barry Sinners playin' with hammers Had them birds but we ain't fuck with Larry I was just tryna ball, ducking D's and grinding raw But now I pull up in that thing Them niggas gon' need some Tylenol, I'm gone! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain [Verse 4: Stalley] I'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods I'm gettin money - period! They said I got a old soul and I'm rich nigga spirited So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school Three for my Geechi niggas with big Rollies in that new coupe Blowing on loud, sipping on that dirty juice With a tre-deuce, living life like they ain't made loot 'Cause what's here today could be gone tomorrow So I'ma get it myself I ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight In case I'm gone tomorrow Young Bonaparte, I'm noble dog like Drew Ali Dark shades like Kool Moe Dee, cool fly nigga is who I be Big chain with a bigger charm Leave with a bad chick under my arm Uhh! Geechi Liberace Diamonds on everything, even my posse (Diamonds on everything, even my posse) [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Here we are The world is ours From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain is gone The rain is gone From the block to boulevards The rain is gone The rain...