DJ Khaled - We Takin' Over (ft. Akon, T.I., Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Birdman & Lil Wayne) [paroles]

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DJ Khaled - We Takin' Over (ft. Akon, T.I., Rick Ross, Fat Joe, Birdman & Lil Wayne)

Paroles: We Takin' Over

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Started in Atlanta, then I spread out with it

South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi

On to North Carolina, Philadelphia, Virginia

From down in Miami where it warm in the winter

On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter

Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn; holla at me

Be in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland, daddy

I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled

Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely

Blowing and spinning: going down Bennett

Drop 6-4, 3-wheel, then switch it

Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches

Got a Glock 4/5th, blow your head off with it

Anything you hear that I said, I meant it

King got the crown then sped off it wit' it

Say you need bricks, I said I get it

[Refrain: Akon]

If you want to, we can supply you

Got enough work to feed the whole town

They won't shoot you unless you try to

Come around and try to stomp on our ground

Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Boss, it's what I does

I get money er'ryday, er'ryday I does

That Benz is how I ride

Black flag on the left, 2 hoes and ride

You better move

AK all day

Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck

I'm big like Diddy

Damn it, I'm with it

Khaled, we did it

Biggie of my city

Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty

I'd rather get brain, stupid, I'm silly

Money that come running like water

Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous

Miami on fire; you better be cautious

Might get shot on the porch of your fortress

Now they see that you know I'm from Port City

I running cause Rick Ross is boss-shit


[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

Blat, when you see crack, better duck

Like the mac gotta e-z pass, nigga what

Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets

Y'all talk that shit, I walk that beef

I'ma tell you like a G told me

They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D

Cash Rule Everything Around Me

I'm YSL, Versace

You could see me in that Porsche GT

Coming down Sunset, sitting on D's

Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me

Fresh bandanna and I'm blowin' mad trees

Nigga please, I spit crack, every verse a ki

Some say Kal-id, some say Col-eed

Twelve years down and I'm finally free


[Verse 4: Birdman]

Birdman daddy, I'm number one

Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done

Fuckin' with the fam, I'mma give him son

Spent that corner, he didn't run

Sunday had a whole church singing a song

Why'd they have to send my baby home

Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long

Been a G in the game now my son on the throne

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]

I am the beast

Feed me rappers or feed me beats

I'm untamed, I need a leash

I'm insane, I need a shrink

I love brain, I need a leech

Why complain on easy street

I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak

And I like my Sprite Easter-pink

And my wristwear Chopard but the Muller's cooler

I have more jewels than your jeweler

Touch and I will bust your medulla

That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor

Red light, read light, stop the rumors

I stay on track like a box of Pumas

Now just r-r-rock with Junior

I am the Little Big Kahuna, y'dig?