Karaoke lyrics

[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, n*gga (Yeah, n*gga)
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 sh*t 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 p*ssing off the gospel singers (Ooh, yeah)
I'm tryin' to feed my kids, y'all n*ggas can die slowly
'Cause to me, it sound like a bunch of karaoke
[Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]
Ayo, f*ck the imposter
f*ck these karaoke n*ggas, man
T-Pain, they wanna live your life, man
These are b*tch-ass n*ggas, 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 n*ggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil Weezy (Damn)
I'm a hit-maker, not a comedian
So why the f*ck were these n*ggas laughing at me when I seen they ass? (Ooh)
This sh*t'll never work, a one-hit wonder, b*tch
But all that sh*t 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 f*ck, 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas, karaoke f*ck n*ggas
This is Nappy Boy, this is DJ Khaled
We global with this hood sh*t, 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 n*ggas ain't holdin' him down, so we had to put me at you
b*tch, I'm Teddy Pain, the son of Teddy Riley
The father of the game, you pus*y n*ggas wildin'
How many n*ggas really wanna test?
Pain the originator, Khaled be the best
All these motherf*ckers tryin' to do what I did
Stealing food from an infant, style from a kid
Twenty-four years, twenty-four cars
b*tch, we the best, we got plenty more stars
Every time you pus*y motherf*ckers 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
pus*y n*ggas step up if you really got good game
I got a lot of sh*t to say about a n*gga, but it's really not good things
That ain't no disrespect, man, y'all keep doing your sh*t
But my daughter told me to tell you to get off her daddy's di*k
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, Pain, man, I'ma call these n*ggas out
I'ma pull them skirts, man
They f*ck, ayo, let me get 'em
f*ck it
It's the DJ Khaled don dada
Big dog pitbull Terror Squadian
A.K.A. we the best
A.K.A. sh*t on n*ggas dot-com
A.K.A. Nappy Boy, b*tch
We global
We global