[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 f*** 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 f***ing hate rap
Ooh, what make you wanna go say that? (You)
And I'm on another wave, and I'm puttin' on suede
Niggas feeling overpaid, f*** I'm 'posed to do?
Don't nobody know your name, we ain't ever seen ya face
You ain't ever gang-bang, what you tryna prove?
[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]
Now, who are you? (Ooh, nigga)
I don't know, no
What you do? (Ooh, nigga)
I don't know, no
You short a few? (Ooh, nigga)
Oh no, no, hold up
Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
[Verse 2]
I've been swimming through the process
And you can't see me, I'm the Loch Ness
You could proceed, but with caution
Give the proceeds to my God-kids
Old dirt on my conscience
Same nigga my pop is
Lame niggas wanna pop shit
Get dropped quick by a drop kick
Why you gotta lie to me so much, babe?
You tell me the same shit that you told what's-his-name
If it don't work out, I'll go back to hustling
Couple hundred-thousand up in my mother's name, peace
World peace, niggas talk about \"Don't shoot\"
Tell that to police
Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see
Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease
[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 f*** is this?)
I don't know, no
What you do? (Ooh, nigga)
I don't know, no
You short a few? (Ooh, nigga)
Oh no, no, hold up
Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
Now, who are you? (Whoa, nigga)
I don't know, no
What you do? (Whoa, nigga)
I don't know, no
You short a few? (Whoa, nigga)
Oh no, no
[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Hey, AP, let it ride out!
