| Uh, I woke up up on that Sunday Morning
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| Told 'em I’mma get 'er dude
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| I was writing while them people snoring
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| And I ain’t talking 'bout no interview
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| Boy, boy, I’m so left field
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| I got joy, joy in my heart still for this rap shit
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| I bend backwards, no backwoods, but I’m high still off my last tour
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| I got new fans that got new shirts that got signed still
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| Marty McFly of the future but my raps got that 99 feel
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| I was ridiculed when I first started, white boy with them pun beats
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| Did a show, it’s like 30 deep
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| Picture everyone up in they undies like
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| You know how that feel, bruh? |
| That feel like real, bruh
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| My new shit bill ya right before this chorus kill ya
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| Whoa nilly, finna run the town
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| We just 'bout to break it down like ain’t no one around, nah nah
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| For my city, time we get it loud
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| Gotta make my mommah proud and go say «What's up now?»
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| Hit it (Get it)
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| Whoa nilly, finna run the town
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| We just 'bout to break it down like ain’t no one around, nah nah
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| For my city, time we get it loud
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| Gotta make my mommah proud and go say «What's up now?»
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| What’s up now?
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| I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air
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| Stewardess complementing me on my side part
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| I say, «Thank you» as my eyes start drifting towards her breast
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| She say, «Excuse me, can you look up where my eyes are?»
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| Damn
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| Man, I’m buck 50 but Bam Bam when it come to banging these tracks out
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| I top rope a dip shit, promoters finna pull racks out
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| Last year I was Charlie Chapman, now I’m winning like I’m Charlie Sheen
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| Vancouver need me, read the ouija
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| All fingers 'round now point at me
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| Like damn, boy, thats trippy
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| Now I’m trippin' like Juicy J
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| Where I’m headed and where I’m at be 2 different things, I don’t need to say
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| Dudes want that top spot, but working like a low life
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| Yeah, I be that happy dude, but that’s some shit I don’t like
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| I’m saying
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| Whoa nilly, finna run the town
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| We just 'bout to break it down like ain’t no one around, nah nah
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| For my city, time we get it loud
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| Gotta make my mommah proud and go say «What's up now?»
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| Hit it
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| Whoa nilly, finna run the town
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| We just 'bout to break it down like ain’t no one around, nah nah
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| For my city, time we get it loud
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| Gotta make my mommah proud and go say «What's up now?»
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| What’s up now?
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| What’s up now? |
| What’s up, what’s up, what’s up now?
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| I just do it for the feeling that I get when you around, hey
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| This the shit that we dream about
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| This the reason I made that play
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| This the reason I skipped that class
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| This the reason I stayed up late
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| 'Cause ain’t no sunshine without rain, without rain
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| Like there ain’t no hit song, it’s just my pain when I sing
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| Fucking haters stay calm and hope I change, hope I change for you
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| Hop up on that wagon, all I’m saying, all I’m saying is
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| Whoa nilly, finna run the town
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| We just 'bout to break it down like ain’t no one around, nah nah
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| For my city, time we get it loud
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| Gotta make my mommah proud and go say «What's up now?»
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| Hit it
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| Whoa nilly, finna run the town
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| We just 'bout to break it down like ain’t no one around, nah nah
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| For my city, time we get it loud
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| Gotta make my mommah proud and go say «What's up now?»
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| What’s up now? |