Dj Khaled - 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, hahahaha Ha ha! I'm trying to be you n***a (yeah n***a) Watch me do me, watch me do me, watch me do me, watch me do me YEAH! Nappy Boy, Nappy BOY! (DJ Khaled! Aiyyo Pain, I want you to go in!) DJ Khaled let's go man (we the best!) Ay, ay, ay (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'll Still k** (DAMN!) But y'all was in the game way before me So why you want to do some sh** I did in '03? (oooooh!) 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'mma bust a verse on yo' a** like I oughta do I ain't no gangsta dude, ain't gotta pop and bang ya But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissing off the gospel singers (ooh yeah) I'm trying to feed my kids, y'all n***as can die slowly Cause to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke [Interlude: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] Aiyyo f** the imposter! f** these karaoke n***as man! T-Pain, they wanna live your life man These are b*tch, ASS, ni**aS, mayne! It's the DJ Khaled, Nappy Boys I'm going in, I'm going in, aiyyo T-Pain (You know what Khaled, I know you right dog, let me get 'em again though) Talk to them! (Ay, ay, listen) [Verse 2: T-Pain] It ain't all bad, some of it please me But the only n***as that's cool is Kanye and Lil Weezy (DAMN!) I'm a hit-maker, not a comedian So why the f** were these n***as laughing at me when I seen they a**? This sh** will never work, a one-hit wonder b**h But all that sh** 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**, you just a swagger jacker Now I'm a certified Lamborghini-ist and Cadillac-er (ooh yeah) Cause I'm trying to feed my kids, y'all n***as 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***as, karaoke f** n***as This is Nappy Boy, this is DJ Khaled! We global with this hood sh**, this what we do! Why you wanna live our life? You wanna live our lifestyle, aiyyo 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***as ain't holdin him down, so we had to put me at you b**h, I'm Teddy Pain, the son of Teddy Riley The father of the game, you p**y n***as wild'n How many n***as really wanna test? Pain the originator, Khaled be the best All these motherf**ers tryin to do what I did Stealing food from an infant, style from a kid Twenty-four years, twenty-four cars b**h we the best, we got plenty more stars Every time you p**y motherf**ers 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 embarra**ing? Set the game on fire, Teddy gasoline p**y n***as step up if you really got good game I got a lot of sh** to say about a n***a, but it's really not good things That ain't no disrespect man, y'all keep doing your sh** But my daughter told me to tell you to get off her daddy's dick! [Outro: DJ Khaled] Aiyyo Pain, man I'mma call these n***as out I'mma pull them skirts, man They f** - aiyyo, let me get them! fu*k IT! It's the DJ Khaled don-dada Big dog pitbull Terror Squadian A.K.A. WE THE BEST! A.K.A. sh** on n***as dot-com! A.K.A. Nappy Boy, b**h! We global... we global