| It’s us
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| Yeah, they should call us the «Febreze Brothers»
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| Because it’s feeling so fresh right now
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| They tell me life is what ya make it
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| But my steps are bein' ordered, somebody call a waitress
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| Eatin' breakfast when it’s dinner
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| Make sure to make for cages
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| I be runnin', I be runnin' just to cover all my bases
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| Protect the ones you came with and a family that’s at home
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| That’s just real life stuff that ya gotta know
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| I feel like David about to throw
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| Like a quarterback
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| Alright, I draw pics when I autograph but lately
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| I’ve been fallin' back because I don’t wanna die of a heart attack
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| I mean, I be goin' so hard, I be doin' my job
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| And I do what I love but don’t get it twisted, I loosen it up
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| You wanna be great? |
| Don’t compare yourself
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| And just do what you do
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| I love God, love people
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| Never losin' the view
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| And I’m scatting on tracks like «scoo-ba-dee-doo»
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| And we made it this far
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| And yo, who would’ve knew?
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| Oh yeah
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| Somebody tell 'em that it’s us again, oh
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| Somebody tell 'em that it’s us again, woah
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| And they don’t know who they up against, oh no
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| Somebody tell 'em that it’s us again
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| It’s us again, it’s us again, it’s us again, it’s us again
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| It’s us again, it’s us again, it’s us again, it’s us again
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| I used to be at work with my dogs, smoke with my cuz
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| Drink 'til I hurl, always way past the buzz
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| X-Pills had my eyes rollin' back up in my skull
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| They asked me, «Paint a picture», take a listen how I was
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| Hollywood, the place where I resided since '85
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| Told my parents I wanted to be pilot, I was gettin' high
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| I got accustomed at that point, I was just gettin' by
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| I caught a habit of havin' ounces of pearly white
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| That girly right, that get outta school early
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| That straight off the brick, snow whiter than New Jersey
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| All I ever wanted, make some dollars, buy mama a house
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| That put her up in the condo, I bought my mama’s house
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| Ever since the '80s I been in the South
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| Dreamin' bout Mercedes, Maseratis, and a suede couch
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| Dope boys, dreams deflated, I caught a sentence
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| Best thing ever, it led me to my repentance
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| Cashier: ¿Hola, como estás?
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| Customer: Ah y estoy bien, como tú está?
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| Cashier: Bien, gracias ¿Cómo le puedo ayudar?
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| Customer: Tú sabes qué, ti a mi café con leche
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| Cashier: Okay |