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I was the last one chosen for the first team |
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Now welcome y'all to the 9th Wonder, Murs dream |
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Ghetto music with a purpose |
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Y'all know we do this at your service |
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Two of the world's most respected musicians |
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Are now at work, I suggest you listen |
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It's the new sound, champion bound |
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Respect to OGs that handed it down |
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We won't bow down, lower our standards |
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For these adolescent idiots with no manners |
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That's what it is cuz, that's what it be blood |
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You see the future of this music when you see us |
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Walking, stalking in my Hi-Top Dunks |
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Fly Hip Hop banging out my trunk |
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I had to hop out at a stoplight once |
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Punk tried to say that what I write don't bump |
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Man, my tracks bang like gang life ain't right |
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Brothers pop off and get popped in the same night |
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Looking like, feeling like, dressed like a Rasta |
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Dreadlocks swinging but no marijuana |
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But you can blow yours behind closed doors |
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Or do it real big on the dance-floor |
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Cause this jam's for, you and yours |
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Another banger that'll even out the damn score |
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[Chorus] |
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Sooo are you ready for me? |
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Prepare yourselves for what you are about to see |
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Amazing entertaining lyrical aren't we |
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We'll show you how it's done, just let your mom be free |
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Sooo are you ready for me? |
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This is the main event so get up out your seat |
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[Murs] |
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One's for the new school young'ns in the trap |
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Two's for the true school homies in the back |
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Three's for the ladies out looking for commitment |
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Four's for the ones that are strong and dependent |
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It don't matter cause I love all women |
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The lights go out and there ain't no difference |
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Five for petite with the pretty little feet |
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Six when it long, so nice in a thong |
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Five for when thick, real wide in the hips |
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She looked me up and down then she licked her lips |
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Pushed all up on me and she moving her butt slow |
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I got my hands up and I'm screaming "What up though?" |
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[Chorus] |
