作詞：カニエ・ウェスト/ショーン・カーター/E. Wilson/ジェフ・バスカー/R.Fenty/Ali Alatas
作曲：カニエ・ウェスト/ショーン・カーター/E. Wilson/ジェフ・バスカー/R.Fenty/Ali Alatas
Feel it comin' in the air Hear the screams from everywhere I’m addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can’t be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gon' run this town tonight Is who's gon' run this town tonight We gon' run this town! We are, yeah, I said it: we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers I get more in depth if you boys really real enough This is la Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talkin' 5 comma, 6 zeros, dot zero, here Doug Back to runnin' circles round niggas, now we squared up Hold up! Life’s a game, but it's not fair I break the rules, so I don’t care So I keep doin' my own thang Walkin' tall against the rain Victory’s within the mile Almost there, don’t give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who’s gon' run this town tonight Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy Who’s gon' run this town tonight? We are, yeah, I said it: we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, this the return of the God Peace, God, ah ah, it ain't no nobody fresher I'm in Maison, ah, Martin Margiela On the table, screamin' "Fuck the other side! They're jealous!" We got a banquette full of broads They got a table full of fellas Yeah, and they ain't spendin' no cake They should throw their hand in ‘Cause they ain't got no spades Yeah, my whole team got dough So my banquette is lookin' like millionaires' row Life’s a game, but it's not fair I break the rules, so I don’t care So I keep doin' my own thang Walkin' tall against the rain Victory’s within the mile Almost there, don’t give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who’s gon' run this town tonight Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy Who's gon' run this town tonight? It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow To everybody on your dick; no homo I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos Next time I’m in church: please, no photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This the fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' Rav 4? But I know that if I stay stunting All these girls only gon' want one thing I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string And up top, ungh, two bee stings And I'm beasting off the Riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? "What's that, Ye?" "Baby, these heels." "Is that a May— what?!" "Baby, these wheels." You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel Whassup! Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy Yeah, yeah, whassup! Heyyy, heyy, heyyy We gon' run this town tonight Whassup!