Kanye West — Famous Remix

[Intro: Rihanna & Kanye West] Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know Swizz told me let the beat rock [Verse 1: Kanye West & Swizz Beatz] For all my Southside niggas that know me best I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn) I made that bitch famous For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best Why? They mad they ain't famous (God damn) They mad they're still nameless (Talk that talk, man) Her man in the store tryna try his best But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh But we still hood famous (God damn) Yeah we still hood famous [Hook: Rihanna] I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free Maybach Music I just wanted you to know [Verse 2: Rick Ross & Rihanna] The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the fumes The aura arrogance is been known to fill the room Boom, little nigga who are you? Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a crew Vegas in my palms a don like the [?] Only one with beat taste from Kanye on my momma stew For the ye I've been known to be Karmaloop Malcom X in his head say my name and here come to troops Hands out my pocket I cock it and let it loose And Dame was spilling Armadale on a nigga boots Martin Luther King's real estate was a dream Farrakhan's farm was one that I once seen The final call dogs stay on your dean Fragrances Agent Provocateur stay on my queen Mind your business the killers can intervene I'm half naked in the GQ magazine (Know) Tours looking like its wrestlemania I'm The Rock setting fires to the stadium Burn it down then I'm off to anther beat Might get engages to a freak just for a couple weeks Something I can't afford If you not a playboy that's something I can't endorse Win, lose, or draw William living like he Biggie Smalls Balling its tax season I was born to be a boss See that your face froze Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost Coogie and Cartier causalities of the fame Your bitch MCM she even tagging my name [Bridge: Sister Nancy & Swizz Beatz] Bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam Let me see your middle finger in the air Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Let me see you act up in this motherfucker Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feelin', how you feelin', how you feelin' in this neck, god damn Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam One thing you can't do is stop us now Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla Ayy, you can't stop the thing now Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Man, it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late, you can't fuck with us Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey (Whoo!) Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey (Whoo!) What a bam To the left, to the right Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey (Aye!) What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey (Ba, ba! Ba! Ba, ba, ba!) Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey (Ba, ba! Ba! Ba, ba, ba!) What a bam, bam [Outro: Nina Simone] I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know