| On a warm San Francisco night
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| Alright y’all, hope you had a good night tonight
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| But you know what, y’all don’t gotta go home but y’all gotta get the hell up
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| outta here
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| What’s that y’all?
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| Y’all want one more?
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| I thought we could walk away
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| Been up here for too long
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| The crowd wants an encore
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| We just did our last song
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| Let’s walk towards the light now
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| Man I don’t think so
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| Yo, I’m going back out there
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| Huh, pour me a drink, yo
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| Enough time for one more
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| I guess this is last call
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| Turn the microphones back on in the dance hall
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| And now it’s just Mike and Chris
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| As artists, we don’t age
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| We’re so glad you didn’t miss
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| The motherfuckin' gettin' on, stop
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| Yeah, ayo
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| Hardcore to make the brothers act stupid
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| The west coast best producers that straight looped it
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| I need no introduction 'less you been under a rock
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| Or in a rock around the block tryna lock this shit down
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| The opposite sound dominates the soundscape
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| But we been breaking brakes while Drake manscapes
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| He did it for the 'Gram
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| I did it for the hand-
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| Shake, tight grip with the a hundred 88's, man
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| Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
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| I’m down with Thes One who’s stealing your bike
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| I’m in the weed shop, doin' the Wop
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| No S wack rap, then we stay on top
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| We drink
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| We rhyme
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| We curse
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| We chill
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| We get to the show, hand me that bill
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| (Everybody get the fuck up)
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| We jam and rock
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| Yo pass the j man, here comes the cops |