[Intro - Pharrell]
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I can run with you? (Yeah)
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I know you don't know me
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But um, don't you notice, like
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Everyone keeps on looking at us (come on)
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You know why (come on)
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Let me tell you why, Oh!
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[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
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Seen set, yeah, my team set
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Niggas bleem so hard they say we seem wet
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Safe in the club, never seen me sweat
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Nextel on my right, hand is on my left
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Hot mama freeze, I like what I see
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Is it asking too much for you to talk to me
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Hit the dance floor, share a spark with me
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Oh, grab a booth seat in the dark wit' me
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Oh, you on that tough shit, play hard to get
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Guess you didn't know I ain't the one to fuck wit'
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Came a little harder, until I touched it
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Or be your worst nightmare making you loveless
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See I'm in the faster lane, baby I master game
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Chicks like porno flicks, they all the same
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Tap into they ego, just to own the brain
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Then keep 'em at arms-length and still callin' my name, Terror
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[Chorus - Pharrell & Pusha T]
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You don't even know what you lookin' at
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Real niggas that'll push ya' back
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You ain't got no defense when I scream attack
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I can tell, I can tell
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You don't even know what you lookin' at
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Real niggas that'll push ya' back
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You ain't got no defense when I scream attack
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I can tell, I can tell
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[Verse 2 - Malice]
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I had you locked from the interlude
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Talking 'bout how you hot, now you in the mood
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Pictured you in your friend, y'all in the nude
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Only 'cause I'm sure you know that the Clipse gon' blow like intertubes
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Works for me, got you beggin' for mercy
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Pillow-talk all in my ear like Kermy
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Keep shoving 'cause I'm lovin' the way that you work me
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Been on since I seen your performance in Jersey
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But worthy tricks be not, tips we got
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It's only right to charm, run game, but play me not
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The way we rock, y'all don't know about this
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Come around your block in the rimmed out Six
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Tented out windows cause for poked out lips
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But hatin' on the Clipse get y'all nowhere quick
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My whole clique flossin' our shit like dope dealers
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Five deep bustin' off heat on four wheelers
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge - Kelis]
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When the shots go across the room
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Who you gon' call when you lost in doom
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Your second's too late, we react too soon
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Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes
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When the shots go across the room
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Who you gon' call when you lost in doom
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Your second's too late, we react too soon
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Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes
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[Verse 3 - Malice]
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Haters I suggest y'all quick to get back
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Nine double M, them rounds we spit that
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Cold red fill 'em with lead put 'em to bed
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Bloodshed one in the head, one in the red
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I can tell you hatin' 'cause your face balled up
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Simply because my neck and wrist iced all up
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But y'all should be inspired men and wake y'all up
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And prepared you to look like I won't break y'all up
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[Pusha T]
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Haters stand by, wit' yo' hands high
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Got clips for y'all clique ready to fry
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Now you ask why, beggin' for my reply
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Don't talk, save it for the man in the sky
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You just a go-getter, who ain't no better
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Same, no sweater, pocket with no cheddar
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A chromed-out baretta, Ferrari Dioletta
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Wrong move you lose, Clipse comin' to get 'cha
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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[Pharrell]
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Star Trak [heavy breathing]
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Your heart go [heavy breathing]
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Your heart go [heavy breathing]
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Everybody go [heavy breathing]
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[Chorus]
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You Don't Even Know
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