k**er Mike - Say What You Want lyrics

[Michael Jackson] "Say, say, say, what you want But don't, play, games..." {FURY} [B.o.B - with Michael Jackson sample in background] Go right ahead, say whatever you want, please That's it? Go ahead, I'm here all day [yawning] Ahhh Yup! Ha ha, yup, well [B.o.B.] Say what you like, but I just, take a little knife, and then I Make a little slice, and then I, take a little bite, yum! So miss me with all that doubt, what they all talkin about? Talkin 'bout I ain't dope? What the hell are y'all bloggin about? I'm the authority now, and I'm the priority now So if you ain't on my side, might as well just throw in ya towel Oh how co*ky of me! To speak so highly of me They say I'm crazy now; I guess I'll hire a shrink And this is just how I feel - why would I lie on a beat? But y'all be sleepin on me, so I guess y'all (lie) on the beat Heh! Well that went over yo' head And I'm B.o.B a/k/a Bobby Ray so don't you ever forget, yeah "Say, say, say, what you want" [4X] [Playboy Tre] Yeahhhh It's Playboy Tre b**h I'm back, once again where the f** we at? Standin strong and you can run and tell them s**a n***as that Gimme my Henn', gimme my cup, play my beat and leave me 'lone And you can bet, I'ma bring that f**in trophy back home Yellin hoo-ray, hoo-rah; either way I want my moolah Like it's payday, and I ain't leavin the game until I say say It's (Tre Day), I f** Deltas to the AKA's To ghetto a** hoes who name they bad-a** son Tay-Tay Ray-Ray, and Day-Day, I'm bustin like a AK f** around and find yo' a** in a motherf**in melee So say what you will n***a, you can talk it, or blog it Like diarrhea to toilet stools, I ain't comin off it - naw! "Say, say, say, what you want" [4X] [k**er Mike] Westside O.G. everybody know he can not be held back It's k**er k** from the 'ville don't mess don't chill Been buckin since that crack Fat boy, fly boy, fly boy, fat boy Know these hatin a** n***as hate that I prevail in spite of Hell and now I'm boss hoggin in a 'llac Actually, it's a Benz my friend; I just rhymed this sh** for a rap And - actually I got businesses; I ain't really gotta motherf**in rap I'm talkin barbershops and corner sto', independent label GTO 'Bout to open a studio, bet'cha y'all'll love me then Get yo' a** a record deal and buy yo' fonky publishin Say what you like, but don't f** with Mike I'm a lot of J Prince and a little Suge Knight I'm throwed in the game like a basketball I'm a big dawg, you're a flea on my balls What you say don't pay so sincerely I say Motherf** yo' mommas and alla y'all! Yeah lil' bruh, y'knahmsayin? This the big dawg right here, man it's ya big dawg Mike Bigga is bigga y'know? Known as k**er k** from the 'ville I just wanna say lil' bruh man I'm proud of you lil' bruh Y'knahmsayin, with "Who is B.o.B?" And now you sayin man it's Bobby Ray I respect it bruh! No I respect it like When Muhammad Ali came out of Ca**ius Clay man So I'm happy to meet Bobby Ray lil' bruh And let me tell you somethin lil' bruh ANY HATER man, any hater, that come up against you bruh He don't wanna see the crystal He don't love the 'coustic guitar He want you to AutoTune Tell him to s** TEN THOUSAND WEE-WEE man And big bruh said that man! Knahmsayin? Tell him to play booty hole games At the motherf**in... at at Tell him to play at the at at at As the bulldog do, y'knahmean? But Don't play with Bobby Ray man I'm f**in with ya hard man Grind Time rap game bang bang bang man Um he dope cause I said so, holla at me Westside O.G., everybody know me, fo'real!