Enjoy Lyrics - The Wonder Years - 9th Wonder

[Warren G:] 

9th Wonder, Warren G... It's classic ya'll 

Yeah, give respect to the trigger finger 

I've been pushed that line sice grade school, a fool 

Since I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now 

But can't get it, she got ass with a nose like... Pippen 

My pimping it ain't never scared 

Got real estate over there and hustle over here 

Dare a nigga try to take it he gone fake it til he make it 

Shawty break em like a bracelet, that's real talk, 

Yeah, don't you snitch if you get caught 

You already know if you do then you dead 

And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat 

But suck it up bitch deal with it, huh 

Ain't' no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the gouda 

Paper plains no food 'cause 

Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the taxi 

I dare you mother fuckers get at me 

Yeah 

Yeah 

I dare you mother fuckers get out me, Yeah 

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[Murs:] 

See I grew up with the blue team before there was a u-stream 

Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoes strings 

Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I'm a factor 

Here with this career until I'm in the here after 

Classic with this mike like mike when he was blacker 

And you, you remind me of me when I was wacker 

I read lines and bring drama like an actor 

But I'm so hollywood that you would think that I'm a rapper 

You think that I got in backwards? It really doesn't matter 

Producer meets the rapper, he's the former I'm the latter 

Spacing out these bars so you niggas can 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 mainstream dream meets the nightmare of normalcy 

The anti of everything cool 

Still most likely to succeed 'cause there ain't right no rules 

Yeah 

Photos 

[Kendrick Lamar:] 

Uh, my nigga we out here 

Photo cutless and nothing known for your luggage 

Down trip, you fabricate to the public we don't believe shit 

Believing it or not, call your bluffin' leave your ass with knots 

The juggernaut that's in your rectum, call pac and resurrect em' 

Sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental telepathy start to f 

Em' 

Aka fuck em', aka nothings in my way once I start b b b buggin' 

Fuck up your function and your house party my life's shortly about fortune 

And vice 

If the feds call me, I dress softly, just toss me life, 

And your high tops and my possy came too properly bite 

Everybody's watching alright, if you're not watching me life 

Steal my big cousin a kite, 

Got my shit buzzin when shit wasn't a doorbell, an insect or lightyear in 

Sight, amen! 

Now won't you be, a man! and pay respects and sure, yes we progress 

Destroy your baby steps, son! 

Son son 

Son son 

Son