[Intro: Anderson .Paak & Dr. Dre]
They want my bidness on the front page (Headlines)
I put prescription in Dior frames (Sunshine)
I had the vision back in 12th grade (Lunchtime)
That I'd be killing shit with Doc Dre (Nigga, what?)
[Pre-Chorus]
I never want it to ever be over (Over)
I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (Colder)
Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Dr. Dre]
Now, who are you? (Man, who the fuck is this?)
I don't know, no
What you do? (Hmm, what?)
I don't know, no
You short a few? (Oh, don't make me have to lose it)
Oh no, no, hold up
Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
[Verse 1]
Ooh savage, that's a nice get-up
International, rocking Japanese denim
Enough gas to get you above average
How many more drags do I have to puff from my cigar?
New enemies, they bringing my old ways back
Back in my day, woulda had your whole face smacked
Look at you niggas, wonder why I fucking hate rap
Ooh, what make you wanna go and say that? (You)
And I'm on another wave, and I'm puttin' on suede
Niggas feeling overpaid, fuck I'm 'posed to do? (Do)
Don't nobody know your name, we ain't ever seen ya face
You ain't ever gang-bang, what you tryna prove?
They want my bidness on the front page (Headlines)
I put prescription in Dior frames (Sunshine)
I had the vision back in 12th grade (Lunchtime)
That I'd be killing shit with Doc Dre (Nigga, what?)
[Pre-Chorus]
I never want it to ever be over (Over)
I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (Colder)
Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Dr. Dre]
Now, who are you? (Man, who the fuck is this?)
I don't know, no
What you do? (Hmm, what?)
I don't know, no
You short a few? (Oh, don't make me have to lose it)
Oh no, no, hold up
Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
[Verse 1]
Ooh savage, that's a nice get-up
International, rocking Japanese denim
Enough gas to get you above average
How many more drags do I have to puff from my cigar?
New enemies, they bringing my old ways back
Back in my day, woulda had your whole face smacked
Look at you niggas, wonder why I fucking hate rap
Ooh, what make you wanna go and say that? (You)
And I'm on another wave, and I'm puttin' on suede
Niggas feeling overpaid, fuck I'm 'posed to do? (Do)
Don't nobody know your name, we ain't ever seen ya face
You ain't ever gang-bang, what you tryna prove?
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