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"Come Go With Me" is a track by DJ Drama, from the album In My Mind: The Prequel, released 2006. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Pharrell] Yeah, uh-huh I know how hustlers think, man I grew up 'round them niggas Check it... aiyyo – [Verse 1: Pharrell] We coupe hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers Don't look at the watch unless you got blue blockers BBC boat-wear, niggas is true yachters I got an MBA in how-to-ball Surrounded by niggas that sell more powder than y'all Standing like statues and they proud when they fall Til then, they selling dope 'round the calen–dar They pull a hundred grand up to valet at the mall Walking slow, like it's a Hype Williams video Jacob's well paid, they ears got a crispy glow Face like, "Fuck the world, give me hoes" So you racking up on everything with pretty toes And fresh BAPEs, looking like colored chalk and Fat ass, bow-legged, like she just started walking Pass it your man, so he can get the number Once she says her name and where the fuck she come from She got hope in her eyes, like she wanna go far Like Hollywood somewhere, but your chain got the stars You walk in with the His, she trying Her's She's dying of thirst, you nice with the words She's fine with the work, so you buying the furs When you get outside, the bitch died, the Flying Spur Bentley four-doors from the corridors From your young stunnas, they your couriers Later on, you think of them, when you toast in the VIP Gun on the hip, just in case a nigga set trip [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] "Come go with me – I make you feel right" That's what the dope men used to say Bringing cocaine in the jam "Come go with me – I make you feel right" That's what all the dope men say Bringing cocaine in the jam [Verse 2: Pusha T] Twenty-two niggas, two to a car Eleven flagships with the three-point star The only other ballers is them three-point stars We only 5'9", they think we point guards, ha No jumper, still at the top of the key No wonder, they thought we was shooting them threes Throw numbers, sell it for the deuce and the three Like Air Jordan, it's all in the wrist, turning keys Your modern day Chardonnay sippers We throwin' up our middles, screaming "Fuck them other niggas" We spit it out, like '94 Diddy on them niggas Ain't worried 'bout the cost, we know the hoes is countin' figures The games of the rich kids, we know what the tricks is We turn our backs, so we can fuck each other's bitches The lifestyle of the rich and right now Any Given Sunday in the kitchen, white clouds―Poof! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] "Come go with me – I make you feel right" That's what the dope men used to say Bringing cocaine in the jam "Come go with me – I make you feel right" That's what all the dope men say Bringing cocaine in the jam [Verse 3: Malice] I lean like the tower, balancing the 'caine Never thought I'd ever have to touch this residue again Me being me, don't even count it as a shame I'm the Clipse, I done been learned to dance when it rain Like the Gospel song, "I Won't Complain" But I won't watch niggas cash in on my pain Not Jessie grandson, every gram slung A testament to my momma's tears, losing her first son Wanna know the real? Coke never been the deal Never glorified that, just the character it built The game's real and you find out quick When you want the Bentley, the Porsche ain't shit Not a chain from Jacob, what I need is a wake up And this pain my heart got the weight of an anchor And still, I thank the good Lord for health And the peace that you get when you right with yourself [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] "Come go with me – I make you feel right" That's what the dope men used to say Bringing cocaine in the jam "Come go with me – I make you feel right" That's what all the dope men say Bringing cocaine in the jam
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