| Long live the Kane back, fuck cocaine rap
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| Twenty years later, niggas stuck in the same trap
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| I’m tryna slide through the game on a hoverboard
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| They still buying pork rinds from the corner store
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| We more advanced how we handle ours
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| Riding through the lane with Noa James on the handlebars
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| Tryna push the bigger picture
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| Spinach, kale and celery sticks be the elixir
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| Yup 9th on the mixer, the final adventure
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| New jam only the true fans allowed to enter
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| Z-U-L-U the nation here to tell you
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| Be careful of the media and what they tryna sell you
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| I’m tryna sell too, have a million followers
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| But never sell out just to get my dollars up
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| This is for all of us, lovers and the free thinkers
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| Rosay sippers and the green tea drinkers yeah
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| What’s up fam, what’s up bro
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| This is the jam, whatup though
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| Whatup though, whatup though
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| Whatup though, whatup though
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| There ain’t no difference between, a gangbanger
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| And Malcolm X, the same anger
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| Just misdirected now neighborhoods infected
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| So I gotta speak the truth, by the youth I’ve been selected
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| So presidential, still rep my residential
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| Nine double O one nine is my credential
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| True artist brought rap to the museum
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| Might bring the Raiders back to the Coliseum
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| They say he’s so black that it’s hard to see him
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| So I’m smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
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| This for the Glory, the Almighty
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| Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
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| This rap game truly is a blessing homie
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| So I gotta be a blessing through my testimony
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| I made it through, you can make it too
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| Give it all you got, nothing they can take from you
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| For the dark skinned white girls and the silly ones
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| For the fly chick working at the Cinnabon
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| What’s good with a free Dr. Pepper though
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| Hook it up and be a guest at my next show
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| I’m bugging out, tryna make the speakers throb
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| Shout out to everybody out there tryna keep a job
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| It’s love first, money under that
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| But ain’t nothing wrong with you tryna get a hundred racks
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| Stacking good karma like rappers stack they cash up
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| Tryna get to heaven with a presidential tax cut
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| Always keep a smart chick, with a fat butt
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| Long as we around, you can never say that rap sucks
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| Won’t react to hate, on some boss shit
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| Tryna reach the comic books while doing crossfit
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| Because the body is a temple
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| And all these tattoos is like stained glass windows |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatuptho? , by - Murs. Song from the album Good Music, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп