| I got the rhythm of a marching band
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| So you better fold out your ears
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| And pull out your cam'
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| This is once in a lifetime, man
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| One in a million, I ain’t no scam
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| Two in a million, that’s a gang
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| N-I-K, J-A-Y; |
| yeah, that’s a motherfuckin' brand
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| Bada-boom, bada-bada-bang
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| See, back in the days it was Tanqueray
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| Now, it’s a little bit of green and a Chardonnay
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| All I wanna do is have my family
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| Very close to me, like it’s supposed to be
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| So every sad motherfucker better toast to me
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| In a minute, he will know what I was chosen to be
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| Change the world with L-O-V-E
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| Sex involved? |
| Yeah, probably
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| And I want the world to hear my music
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| Pay attention, pay for it
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| Steal it, rob it, cop' it, screw and chop it
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| Get your girl to pop it to it
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| Just because i want it, because I say so
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| Got these Nik and Jay-junkies so hooked because I stay dope
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| Live for today
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| Leave it all in the rear view mirror
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| We don’t care about mañana-na-na
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| Feels like hundred on the freeway
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| Free your spirit with me
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| Live for today
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| Leave it all in the rear view mirror
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| We don’t care about mañana-na-na
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| Feels like hundred on the freeway
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| Free your spirit with me
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| Feels like hundred, hah, feels good
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| Buckle up, seat belt fastened
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| Full speed ahead, I be the captain
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| All the chicks be askin'
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| «Where you from?» |
| — because I spit with an accent
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| I’m right here, baby
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| You can call me the main attraction
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| Them other dudes they be missing in action
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| But I got you
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| I’m fresh like toothpaste
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| They better tighten their shoelaces
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| And see if they can catch me
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| They can’t game, set or match me
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| I’m like John McEnroe in his heyday
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| They out where they can’t swim — mayday
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| So save me the bullshit
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| Underplay, over deliver, I do it on a daily
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| All black shades but my future’s looking hella bright
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| Self-made motherfucker sharper than a butcher’s knife
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| And my baby is sweet like french toast
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| No clothes on, break the dress code
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| These Nik and Jay-junkies so hooked because I stay dope
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| Live for today
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| Leave it all in the rear view mirror
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| We don’t care about mañana-na-na
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| Feels like hundred on the freeway
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| Free your spirit with me
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| Live for today
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| Leave it all in the rear view mirror
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| We don’t care about mañana-na-na
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| Feels like hundred on the freeway
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| Free your spirit with me
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| Live for today |