[Sample] Never never never [Intro] [Kurupt talking] Yeah, you know. There's some things you'll never be Some things you'll never see You understand me mane? Kurupt Young Gotti, MURS. Listen [Verse One] [MURS] Forever man You'll never be better than MURS and 9th Wonder Wanna welcome you to Neverland He press play and my imagination run wild on your best day You only got one style We multi-task, we multi-faceted You soak up my style then you try to repackage it We mastered this, no rookie mistakes here Something like a mixture between Tookie and Shakespeare Cla**ic composition man we k**in' compositions Catalog consistent, it's compellin' you to listen True poetry, we do it how it's supposed to be Cause right before I write it I imagine you quotin' me [Kurupt] Tabernacle, pterodactyl, apple kush plants Medical shops, I go and sample kush plants I'm the first, the worst to verse ocean Water vibe, vibrant, verse surfin' Little mama No drama Osama Obama She said I'ma Do it to her proper She ain't never lie Come and bring it to your poppa I movie roles, baby I'm up for Oscars Kick the game like football and soccer Lames get maimed, perpetrators get penetrated I co*k it, I pop it, don't knock it so stop it I got it I lock it, rocket, copped oxes For real I got that NATO appeal Too much game Too much sk** I'm smashin' If Snoop won't f** Kim Kardashian I will off of film Feelin' myself cause this is how I feel I'm too real I'm too trill And y'all never (never) Seen a guy like me Or anybody fly like me I Ray J hoes, don't say no more Video tape 'em but stay behind the camera with doe I gotta let you know That y'all never, never "Never" [Kurupt talking] She said, "Come over here with me." I said, "b**h, I'm camera shy." Haha. [Verse Two] [MURS] We shut it down West coast king sh** California swagger supreme I mean this Chuck and Dickie's you can't f** with me We got the best weed Half a zip a buck fifty I'm makin' money, havin' fun, doin' great sh** It's MURS and Kurupt, motherf**er could you hate this? I'm Dodgered out, we rock the house Smokin' on the front porch at my mama's house (let me hit that) Come see me, we take life easy The homie, fresh out, said he seen me on TV That's what I do it for This is for you and yours We do it for the love What the f** you makin' music for? [Kurupt talking] What you do it for? What you makin' music for? Huh? Cause you could never ever ever ever Be nothin' like this. We don't sip on Cris This indo blowin' mane ya dig? Kush or nothing. Ya b**h! Never. Aye MURS. I'm gonna see you at the festival mane