N.E.R.D & Rihanna - Lemon

The truth will set you free But first, it'll piss you off

Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face Hate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. case Oh (hate!) and if it's heated I'ma feed my face Hate! And best believe, it's gon' be outrageous Hate! Hatin' niggas can't believe my race Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin' Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin' Scrunchin' their eyes with your name in their mouth and Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

Wait, wait a minute Shout out to them people, people Wait, wait a minute P-p-p-people, people Wait, wait a minute Mad ethnic right now

I get it how I live it I live it how I get it Count the mothafuckin' digits I pull up with a lemon Not 'cause she ain't livin' It's just your eyes get acidic And this here ain't a scrimmage Mothafucka, we ain't finished I told you we won't stop A nigga 'bouta business Like yours, but you rent it Wave hello to the top Nigga the Veyron glide Tell the paparazzi get the lens right Got the window down, top, blowin' la Got the hazards on, only doin' five

You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar' And the truck behind me got arms Yeah, longer than LeBron Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz Woo! This beat tastes like lunch But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade I was afraid, once a nigga graduate Would I be okay? So I prayed and I played It's Rihanna, nigga My constellation in space Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, nigga

Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it I live it how I get it Count the mothafuckin' digits I pull up with a lemon Not 'cause she ain't livin' It's just your eyes get acidic And this here ain't a scrimmage Mothafucka, we ain't finished I told you we won't stop A nigga 'bouta business Like yours, but you rent it Wave hello to the top Nigga the Veyron glide Tell the paparazzi get the lens right Got the window down, top, blowin' la Got the hazards on, only doin' five You can catch me...

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

You can catch me Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute Wait, wait a minute