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Description
Other: Ron Gilmore
Other: Pete Whitfield
Other: Joanna Maurer
Executive Producer, Producer: J. Cole
Engineer, Additionalproducer, Stringarranger: Ken Lewis
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Second Engineer: Sam Giannelli
Mastering Engineer: Chris Athens
Executive Producer: Mark Pitts
Executive Producer: Roc Nation
Other: DJ Dummy
Engineer: Tyler Hartman
Engineer: Daniel Recinos
Composer Lyricist: Jermaine Cole
Composer Lyricist: Madeline Follin McKenna
Lyrics and translation
Original
She knows.
She knows. Hey.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Well, alright.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
You know I got a girl back home. You got a man, what you want? What you want?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
On some DMX shit.
I know them other niggas love trickin'. On some BMX shit, but not me.
Now I'm sure you done heard 'bout me. A black star, Mos Def, Kweli.
Good, so them bad hoes try me. They try me. This is Martin Luther King in the club, gettin' dubs.
With a bad bitch in his ear sayin' that she down for whatever. In the back of his mind is
Coretta.
And she knows, she knows. And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
And deep down she knows, she knows.
And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
Well, alright.
Oh,
I. Oh, I,
I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Damned if I do , damned if I don't.
I'm passin' up on bad hoes, tryna be the man that she want. What she want?
What the-- what she want from a nigga?
To put a ring on it.
Got a bitch on my dick right now, and she just wanna sing on it. Huh.
Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
Dancehall vibe with my pants on fire 'cause I told her I was sleep.
As I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose.
And she could be doin' the same thing, I suppose.
And she knows, she knows.
And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
And deep down she knows, she knows.
And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
Well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
My niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up. Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up.
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up. Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up. Rest in peace to Aaliyah.
Rest in peace to Left Eye. Michael Jackson, I'll see ya.
Just as soon as I die.
Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie. Well, alright. Oh,
I. Oh, I, I, I. Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
English translation
She knows.
She knows. Hey.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Well, alright.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
You know I got a girl back home. You got a man, what you want? What you want?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
On some DMX shit.
I know them other niggas love trickin'. On some BMX shit, but not me.
Now I'm sure you done heard 'bout me. A black star, Mos Def, Kweli.
Good, so them bad hoes try me. They try me. This is Martin Luther King in the club, gettin' dubs.
With a bad bitch in his ear sayin' that she down for whatever. In the back of his mind is
Coretta.
And she knows, she knows. And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
And deep down she knows, she knows.
And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
Well, alright.
Oh,
I. Oh, I,
I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Damned if I do , damned if I don't.
I'm passin' up on bad hoes, tryna be the man that she want. What she want?
What the-- what she want from a nigga?
To put a ring on it.
Got a bitch on my dick right now, and she just wanna sing on it. Huh.
Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
Dancehall vibe with my pants on fire 'cause I told her I was sleep.
As I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose.
And she could be doin' the same thing, I suppose.
And she knows, she knows.
And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
And deep down she knows, she knows.
And I know she knows, and I know she knows.
Well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
My niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up. Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up.
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up. Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up. Rest in peace to Aaliyah.
Rest in peace to Left Eye. Michael Jackson, I'll see ya.
Just as soon as I die.
Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie.
I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie. Well, alright. Oh,
I. Oh, I, I, I. Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.
Oh, I.
Oh, I, I, I.
Can't be what you want from me, well, alright.