| We didn’t come here to fight
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| I say we grab ourselves a bottle
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| A toast to the good life
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| Just 'cause a guy
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| Got a suit and a tie
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| Don’t mean he gonna tax ya
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| Just 'cause I walk with a limp
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| Like an old school pimp
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| Don’t mean I slap ya
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| But if you wanna talk tough
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| And you wanna puff up
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| Then I might just have to
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| But I ain’t come here to clock ya mouth,
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| I came here to rock the house
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| I get crazy and wild
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| Anything for the fans to make them smile
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| Goose, girls, that’s my style,
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| If you think I’m a thug then you in denial
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| But you know when push comes to shove,
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| We protect ourselves and the ones we love
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| Stay at home, sit and judge,
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| Or celebrate life and hit the club
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| Everybody just wants to feel good
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| From up on Capitol Hill to the hood
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| Often times we can misunderstood
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| But tonight is our night
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| We came here to party (rock!)
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| We didn’t come here to fight
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| I say we grab ourselves a bottle
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| A toast to the good life
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| They call you suit and tie
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| You’s a politician
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| They call me superfly
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| I’m always with two bitches
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| You go to church to hide
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| I grew up with them scriptures
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| You on your Ps and Qs,
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| I sip that jeez juice
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| We both get a lot of attention in the press
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| You selling books and wanna be the president
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| We selling hooks and the flow is heaven-sent
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| We both hustling, so why we tussling?
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| Everybody just wants to feel good
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| From up on Capitol Hill to the hood
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| Often times we can misunderstood
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| But tonight is our night
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| We came here to party (rock!)
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| We didn’t come here to fight
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| I say we grab ourselves a bottle
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| A toast to the good life
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| I came here to rock the house
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| Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house
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| We came here to party (rock!)
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| We didn’t come here to fight
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| I say we grab ourselves a bottle
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| A toast to the good life |