Murs - Enjoy lyrics

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Murs - Enjoy lyrics

[Verse 1: Warren G] Yeah give respect to the trigger finger I've been pushed that line since grade school of fools Since I touch down b**hes they wanna f** now But they can't get it she got a** with a nose like Pippen, my Pimpin it ain't never scared My Pimpin it ain't never scared Got real estate over there and hustle over here Dare n***a tryin to take it he gonna fake it till he make it Shawty break em like a bracelet that's real talk sh** don't you snitch if you get caught You already know if you do then you dead And now n***as in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat But s** it up b**h deal with it huh Ain't no glitch in my computer Bangin beats for the gudda paper planes no hookahs yeah I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi I dare you motherf**ers get at me Yeah Yeah Yeah I dare you motherf**ers get at me [Hook] Enjoy (Repeat x6) But I take it real back to 1994 listen to me [Verse 2: Murs] See I grow up with the blue team before there was a ustream Seen a lot of n***as knocked out over shoe strings Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I'm a factor Here with this career until i'm in the here after Cla**ic With this mic like Mike when he was blacker and you You and remind of me when I was wacker I read lines and bring drama like a actor But I'm so Hollywood that you would think that I'm a rapper You think I got it backwards but It really doesn't matter Producer meets the rapper he's the former I'm the latter Spacing out this bar so you n***as cloud climb on I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong Burn out the industry as hot as my performance be The mainstreams dream meets the nightmare of normalcy The anti of every thing cool Still most likely to succeed cuz there ain't no rules [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] My n***a we out here, four door Cutla** Ain't enough room for your luggage Don't trip You fabricate to the public we don't believe sh** Believe it or not call your bluff then leave your a** wit knots The juggernaut is in your rectum, call Pac and resurrect him I'm sure to cause a spectrum Especially with my mental telepathy start to f' em aka f**'em Aka nothings in my way once I start b-b-bucking f** up your function and your house party my life's shortly about fortune and vice If the feds caught me I tread softly the judge toss me life And your autopsy and my posse came through properly right Everyone's watching me all right if you're not watching me like Sent my big cousin a kite got my sh** buzzing when there wasn't even a doorbell, a insect or light year in sight Amen now won't you be a man and pay respects Enjoy as we progress destroy ya baby steps Enjoy Son Enjoy son Enjoy Son Enjoy son Enjoy Son

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