Murs - To Protect and Entertain lyrics

(BUSY P WHAT THE fu*k?!) [Verse 1] L.A., city of smog Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs I got the flyer from Amoeba Records I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this" I heard at these rave-things, chicks get naked And I got a dick that's as big as Texas Caught a ride from the crew LA Daft I said it's my first rave, they just laughed Picked up P from the Magic Castle And hit up LAX and got in, no ha**le We left there when we hit up Cinespace Ron got his camera all up in my face Tomorrow morning, I'mma be on Cobrasnake Making out with a chick that my girlfriend hates But who cares, the party's downtown I got a room at the Standard, we're leaving right now [Hook] To protect and entertain In party we trust Them other DJs ain't f**in' with us And from Paris to L.A In cash we trust It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't f**in' with us [Verse 2] In the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunk I see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunk Lindsey, Donna, the man Paul T! Stacy and they all doin' shots with P Me, I just saw my future wife walk past me Singing 'bout Peaches--damn she nasty DJ AM, Steve Aoki Got the dancefloor packed and it's mostly Girls, girls, every day From Paris to Canada to U.S.A I snatched one up and we danced for hours She talked too much; she was off that powder But looked so good in her Jeremy Scott And her looks looked perfect for my co*k-and-lock She put her hand down my pants So I said, "Later P, I'mma see you in France" [Hook] [Outro] Paris to Los Angeles Au revoir, motherf**ers And you can f** with my accent all you want But you can s** my dick And shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-words All my black people in France For being the only other n***as to burn some sh** down when the white people f** wit you We don't take any sh** Peace!