"Thank You" as written by Kevin Duane Mccord, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Trevor Smith, Dwayne Carter and Kanye Omari West....
Thank you, thank you very much
For comin' out this evening

Thank you, thank you, thank you
You're far too kind
Hold you're applause
This is your song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic keys
Keys open doors

Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence
How am I a legend?
I just got ten number one albums
Maybe now eleven
More hits than a 'Now!' eleven
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say

Thank you, thank you, thank you you're far too kind
Hold your applause this is your song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you you're far too kind
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines

Hovi Baby,
We are really high, really high tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much rather die
No no don't thank me, this is just how my suit is stitched
I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits
For the "Color Of Money" like a Tom Cruise flick
'Cept I put eight-balls in corners without using pool sticks
Beautiful music when champagne flutes click (eh)
Beautiful women sippin' through rouge lips (eh)
Dangers approaches we're like wait who's this?
Let us save you some trouble son
What size suit you is?
This way after the rugger shoots through a few clips
You can lay in your casket just as you is
We appreciate the target practices
We'll be sure to send flower baskets kid


I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was goin' do it with the flow
But they did it with their sales
I was goin' nine eleven 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell
Cause not only did they brick they put a building up as well
They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell
Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill found out they was, eww
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel


We are really high, really really high no
Really really high, really high tonight
We are really high, really high tonight
We are really high, really high tonight
Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me

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"Thank You" as written by Casey John Roarty Anthony Michael West


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    General CommentProbably the best on the album.

    A relaxed flow full with bragging lyrics, taking the piss out of those who hate / don't believe he's really up there with the biggest and the best.

    We tipped the waiter a hundred dollars to keep the ice cold, alright?
    originlon January 27, 2010   Link

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