[Intro: Talib Kweli]
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[Intro: Talib Kweli]
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(To the music)
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Go ‘head (What?) go ‘head (Yeah) go ‘head (Foundation, y'all)
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Brooklyn New York is most certainly in the building (Worldwide, baby)
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Yeah, go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head
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Hey ?, turn it up man
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9th Wonder in the house, let's go
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[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
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First rule of the party: respect the DJ
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Second rule, if he's got the girls dancin', respect what he play
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(Wait a second) Or she play, the woman is the womb
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We in the moon with the sky whisperin' to you
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She carryin' a sword, like she Joan of Arc
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Dude got a Napoleon complex, they bone a part
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When I throw them darts, I hit her in the heart
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The livest love survive the flood like Noah's arc
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Faded, but still jaded enough to be cautious
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That's why I never force it, I'm sure she receive offers
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Forever she go, clever wherever she go often
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Dancin' all night, it's like she's never exhausted
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Better forfeit if she's too much to handle
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She ? open, now they're runnin' both ends of the candle
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No I ain't like the rest of the dudes, please don't get it confused
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You gave me rhythm cause my heart beat (To the music)
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[Hook: Talib Kweli]
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And when them other broads get jealous
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She stuntin' on ‘em like Liz Taylor
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(Listen to the music)
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Cross the floor like Grace Kelly
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Not a care in the world, ain't nothin' they could tell me
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(Listen to the music)
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[Verse 2: Maino]
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I got you Kweli! Maino
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We only here once, let's live it out
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All black ?, glass tinted out
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Whole club packed, broads and the liquor
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The more patron, the more damage to my liver
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Standin' on the couch with my niggas
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Screamin' in they ear, “Yeah! We gon' live forever!”
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Damn I wish this moment last forever
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Or long enough for us to have a moment to remember
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Been around the world, lived the crazy life
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Shorty said she heard stories, I was hella trife
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She said her ex-man was locked up with me
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And she know a girl that used to stay in touch with me
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It's a small world, girl, now let's make a toast
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To the rest of the night, all we need is hope
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Hopin' that the liquor gettin' to her head
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Hopin' that we wake up in the same bed, yup
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
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So gorgeous that I couldn't ignore it
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To let this opportunity pass by, I know I couldn't afford it
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We add a chapter to the life story
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I turned around, seen her movin' across the floor headin' right for me
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You're sexy and plus you get the raper
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They throwin' ice, you slide on ‘em like a figure skater
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This nigga greater, a demonstrator, I make you come
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To my world where your body language is my native tongue
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It's like a wave how you rollin', I keep it goin'
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We movin' in slo-motion like we walkin' on the floor of the ocean
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It's like you floatin', I got you explodin'
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Keepin' it tight, I'm like the thief in the night, every moment is stolen
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Gotta know when to go in and when to let it go
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Gotta know when to chill and when to let her know
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Men have groupies, but women have stalkers
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She only tryin' to release endorphins
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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Talib Kweli on this motherfucker, we ridin' out, baby!
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Hear how this bitch sound?
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We rollin', man
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To The Music
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Talib Kweli |