Rihanna - Rude Boy - Parody by Mars video free download

"Rude Boy" Rihanna - Official Parody by Mars

Lyrics Below!

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Lyrics

100 million miles on the track never looking back

Johnny cash black on black with a little splash of kim chi red

That get's stuck in ya head so they dread my thread like Needle of a pen

That i win with when pretend meets daily lately people Say amazing

Grace sufficient when mine isn't, so i'm on my knees just Praying

Lord! Shut the doors that

Only wanna taint me, fame me, twist slash paint me

All these color shades that aint me

Now let's aim to shape me make me hit my marker

Farther, farther Mars bars - let us barter

Say it plain - why don't we exchange -

Thoughts i'mma give you range

Share with you brain

Far from the maindain - "gotta maintain that gang thang"

Kiddy kiddy lame games

Spilling more I implore strength to endure and explore

The limits of what lies in store for diligent

Militant mindset - disciplined are Kings i'm told therefore

I listen - can't ignore - as wages war - substance, but let's Try to watch our swine's pearls

Little bit choppy like Lupe - conjunctively i will not dumb this down

But i frown to all these radio sounds

Let me break it down

Switch context - BLAH - Call me rude boy!

Cause life ain't a game

And some of us have seen pain

And some of us have experienced rain

Ay Yo I'm tired of hip hop being about the same lame things

We are what we make it

and I ain't here for friends

Half of yall yell gangsta! Most of yall pretend...

Sex sells, aids spread, money talks, people shot

Decade and a half and we still ain't learned from Tupac!

Get out my face if you all about your word play

Jail time or payday... though I'm sure they'll quickly say

that "Mars is living comfortable"

Fighting over lunchables

Close your eyes and feel the time dissipate

Reciprocate the vapors... uh

Yo - call me rude boy but do yourself a favor

Hip hop... Put ya clothes back on!

I'm tired of hearing "sex songs".