Karaoke

[Intro: T-Pain & DJ Khaled]

Dear Akon, forgive me for what I'm 'bout to say

Dear Barry Weiss, I know you told me not to worry about it, man, but I can't let it ride

Dear God, let's make it happen

I'm tryin' to be you, nigga (Yeah, nigga)

Watch me do me, watch me do me

Watch me do me, watch me do me, yeah

Nappy Boy (Nappy Boy)

DJ Khaled

Ayo, Pain, I want you to go in

DJ Khaled, let's go, man

We the best

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Listen

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

I got up out the streets, so I ain't gotta steal

But listen to the radio, it's obvious I still kill (Damn)

But y'all was in the game way before me

So why you wanna do some shit I did in '03? (Ooh)

I'm laying low-key for a long time

But don't act like you know me, this is the wrong time

So grab your microphone, set your Auto-Tune

And I'ma bust a verse on your ass like I oughta do

I ain't no gangster dude, ain't gotta pop and bang you

But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissing off the gospel singers (Ooh, yeah)

I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all niggas can die slowly

'Cause to me, it sound like a bunch of karaoke

[Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]

Ayo, fuck the imposter

Fuck these karaoke niggas, man

T-Pain, they wanna live your life, man

These are bitch-ass niggas, man

It's the DJ Khaled, Nappy Boys

I'm going in, I'm going in

Ayo, T-Pain

You know what, Khaled, I know you right, dog, let me get 'em again though

Talk to 'em

Ayy, ayy, listen

[Verse 2: T-Pain]

It ain't all bad, some of it please me

But the only niggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil Weezy (Damn)

I'm a hit-maker, not a comedian

So why the fuck were these niggas laughing at me when I seen they ass? (Ooh)

This shit'll never work, a one-hit wonder, bitch

But all that shit that you doing now make me wonder this

Now why it's cool for you, but it's not for me?

And why he ain't hop on my song and make it hot for me?

But you don't give a fuck, you just a swagger jacker

Now I'm a certified Lamborghini-ist and Cadillac-er (Ooh yeah)

'Cause I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all niggas can die slowly

'Cause just to me, it sounds like a bunch of karaoke

[Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]

Y'all singin' the same old song

Y'all some karaoke niggas, karaoke fuck niggas

This is Nappy Boy, this is DJ Khaled

We global with this hood shit, this what we do

Why you wanna live our life?

You wanna live our lifestyle, ayo, T-Pain

What up, Khaled?

Get 'em

[Verse 3: T-Pain]

Yo, let me get a moment of silence for the late great Roger Troutman

Y'all niggas ain't holdin' him down, so we had to put me at you

Bitch, I'm Teddy Pain, the son of Teddy Riley

The father of the game, you pussy niggas wildin'

How many niggas really wanna test?

Pain the originator, Khaled be the best

All these motherfuckers tryin' to do what I did

Stealing food from an infant, style from a kid

Twenty-four years, twenty-four cars

Bitch, we the best, we got plenty more stars

Every time you pussy motherfuckers try to stop me, it's plenty more hits, plenty more bars

Yeah, that's not cool, baby, so that's not happening

Y'all keep on stealing from me, let me try this rapping thing

I know you know I hear you, isn't that embarrassing?

Set the game on fire, Teddy Gasoline

Pussy niggas step up if you really got good game

I got a lot of shit to say about a nigga, but it's really not good things

That ain't no disrespect, man, y'all keep doing your shit

But my daughter told me to tell you to get off her daddy's dick

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

Ayo, Pain, man, I'ma call these niggas out

I'ma pull them skirts, man

They fuck, ayo, let me get 'em

Fuck it

It's the DJ Khaled don dada

Big dog pitbull Terror Squadian

A.K.A. we the best

A.K.A. shit on niggas dot-com

A.K.A. Nappy Boy, bitch

We global

We global