( Chorus - Lil' Marissa )
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Hey everybody stomp your feet and move your body
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Just feel the beat inside you when you clap along
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(Malique)
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Allow me to complain now, a llotta thangs done changed now
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Livin' the fast lane, I'm tourin' in planes now
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And all the spots at cities that we go, we glow
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Snaps and autographs after each show
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We blowin' them heads until they brain seen
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We off the hook this year but yo we came clean
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My main dream ain't a dream to make it mainstream
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To steady gain cream and make ya dame scream
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Aight then, then maybe I should quit writin'
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Too many starin' eyeballs have got a kid frightened
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But why in the world, should I even pay attention
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To lil' suckers who ain't even worth a mention ?
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So Imma keep my head up, Imma stand strong
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And stay creative in providing my fans songs
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You dance on, while I rap to this
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Let's celebrate the platinum plaque and clap to this, cmon!
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( Chorus )
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(Joe)
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Ever since I was a kid I just wanted to sing
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Pursued my dreams and kept doing my thang
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Is we rap stars now? Yo I don't know
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Am I having a ball now ? You best believe so
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Always wanted to be able to kick it at live shows
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Rip mics in studios and meet some hot Oooo¡¦..oh oh oh oh
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Now we got platinum plaque, we got gold award and hits back to back
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Never thought that rap could put us on the map
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People rush and get our CDs off the rack
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This 'ish be off the hook now imma telling you done
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All a playa like me wanna do is have some fun
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And make you bounce to this and make you clap to this
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Wave your hands hard till you snap your wrist
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Now what this really is ?
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Now what we all about ?
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Too Phat Baby make you scream and shout, cmon !
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( Chorus )
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( Malique )
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I understand, that fame has a price now
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It's goin' too high it's gotta get sliced down
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A lotta people say I'm no longer nice now
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Ain't nuttin' changed though I'm still eatin' rice , clown
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( Joe )
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Yeah man, now you know what I feel yo
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People front and brown nose just to get near ya
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And people think since we got a string of hits
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We've gone soft I ain't slowed down one bit
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( Malique )
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Flip the script in spilt secs, punk *** it's hard now
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Down wit' spittin' ish that'll rip me off the charts now
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A schizo kid who switch fast like a shinkansen
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Bust' on you punk *** marks for talking nonsense
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Rush in your crib fast style is so hardcore
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Snatch your ma's bra then upper cut your pa's jaw
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I sit you down to get familiar with this style
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And once I see smiles I gotta bust you' wit a pisstyle¡¦
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( Joe )
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Alotta cats wanna spit but can't even recite poems
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They lost star trekkin' back in time thru twilight zone
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Want a piece of me I pull your hair back like combs
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Be hiting your chest plates and shattering your dome
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Your words ain't wise you trying too hard to be an intellect
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Your side ain't sick you ### punks are hypochondriacs
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Claimin' undreground MCs, You be dumb found Mcs
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And flee when you zunk wit my steez
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( Chorus )
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Clap To This
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Too Phat |