My World Is... Blu & Exile
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[Intro: Joni Mitchell, Blu & The Dells]
Blue, blue
Ch-ch-ch–, yeah
Uh, uh-hah-uh, uh-hah-uh
Hahaha, I don't know no more (Uh)
Blue (Blue)
[Verse 1: Blu, The Dells]
Yeah, you know my name rings a bell
Or should I say rocks 'em, I'm Shell Toe rockin'
Females, I don't got 'em, but get 'em with no problem
And I don't pack stadiums yet, I still rock 'em
And they still spell my name fucked up on they flyers (Blue)
It's B-L-U, and if you see the E, drop 'em
It's like they droppin' E from the beats E is dropping
Got your peeps eavesdropping and the world keeps watching him
(World is blue) Huh, I see y'all
I see 'em checking out the scenery, they seem to be jockin' him
Chicks scream his name out from the bleachers like they proud of him (Blu)
A product of a God-fearing pastor
Who was quick to whip my ass but his whoopings wasn't hot enough
So, I flow conscious but still rep the Koochie Monstas
And still crush the competition, no kid is hotter than (Blu)
Your momma's kitchen, beg your pardon darling, listen
I'm a nigga on a mission and these bitches ain't stopping him
Blue, blue
Ch-ch-ch–, yeah
Uh, uh-hah-uh, uh-hah-uh
Hahaha, I don't know no more (Uh)
Blue (Blue)
[Verse 1: Blu, The Dells]
Yeah, you know my name rings a bell
Or should I say rocks 'em, I'm Shell Toe rockin'
Females, I don't got 'em, but get 'em with no problem
And I don't pack stadiums yet, I still rock 'em
And they still spell my name fucked up on they flyers (Blue)
It's B-L-U, and if you see the E, drop 'em
It's like they droppin' E from the beats E is dropping
Got your peeps eavesdropping and the world keeps watching him
(World is blue) Huh, I see y'all
I see 'em checking out the scenery, they seem to be jockin' him
Chicks scream his name out from the bleachers like they proud of him (Blu)
A product of a God-fearing pastor
Who was quick to whip my ass but his whoopings wasn't hot enough
So, I flow conscious but still rep the Koochie Monstas
And still crush the competition, no kid is hotter than (Blu)
Your momma's kitchen, beg your pardon darling, listen
I'm a nigga on a mission and these bitches ain't stopping him
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