(Chorus: Slug and Murs)
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I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars
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I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
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I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood
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So what you don't like us?
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Your girl probably would...
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[Slug]
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Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A
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In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface
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Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute
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While I look across the sky for a limit
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Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off
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And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft
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[Murs]
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Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind
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Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time
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On land, on air, on mics and on sea
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Let it all just be, good times on me
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It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world
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And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl
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[Slug]
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and it goes Puff Puff Pass
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So you can kiss my ass
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Oh you didn't know?
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You must have missed the class
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[Murs]
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It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines
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Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline
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[Slug]
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and tell em all to make some ruckus
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For the fuckers in the clutches
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And the soldiers in the trenches
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And the wenches on the guest list
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Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation
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Murs and Se7en came to breakfast
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And they left with all the bacon..."
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(Chorus 2X)
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[Murs]
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We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats
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Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep
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Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep
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So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin
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He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin
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Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin
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So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in
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And we pimp this production as a present for the patients
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[Slug]
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Just?Jump back, kiss yourself
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And thank your God for your breath and your health
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Life is short and all days, surprise
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Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes
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[Murs]
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Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport
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Incredible in court, an indelible source
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An immeasurable force, the strength of her force
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And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all course
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[Slug]
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Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry
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No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry
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Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey
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And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me
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Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm
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Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form
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Tried to warn 'em, nobody heeded
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So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed
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(Chorus 2X)
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[Slug]
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But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and higher
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You're kind of young, you should settle down, tiger
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Take a little time to, reweave the fiber
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Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter
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[Murs]
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Yeah, I freestyled with him-- and him too
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But they still haven't gone through what I been through
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Excuse me, what we've been through
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Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you
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Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com
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Or maybe you're a critic
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Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter
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Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and
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This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners
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[Slug]
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So if you're Sleepless in Seattle
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Disturbed in Pittsburgh
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Lost it in Austin
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Ann Arbor firestarted
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Fuck me, Kentucky
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You got me, Millwaukee
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And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans
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From Los Angeles ? to Minneapolis ?
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We want to thank all of yall for havin us
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Make it pleasure, make it sting
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Whatever the way you swing
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From the A to the Zing
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I would never change a thing
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[Murs]
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R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob O-N-E
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Says Unity and "Fly ID"
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Wouldn't be here without them
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So the love flows free
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I wouldn't be here without them
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So the love flows free
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Hot Bars (featuring Slug)
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