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Def (Talib Kweli)]
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
Fire (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We roll from uh- you (hey)
You know what time it is (get your out my)
You what time it, uh
Black Star, on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

Def]
Yo honeys check it out, she got me
With your hair and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel feet tap on the ground
Make a (nigga) come back "What's happenin now?"
he really promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, backin 'em down
your hand on your mouth
And damn girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave curves in the brow
On your job, all it out
I how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, comin out the house
You laid on the couch
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

[Talib
Baby's body was
Sweet like my first in the back of the flick
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all fast you can't stop
I need somebody to get with
You just assume that I be on supermasculine (shit)
the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I be shinin my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin on some fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK still (nigga) pass me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake it out
Stop (brown baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
sugar let me see you shake it out

[Talib
Yeah, go out to the cats
Be for weeks to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for
Certain keeps spurs to their knees like I'm with Tweet
Rhymes sicker the pervert that flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a hearse
We don't play, my man murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, of Kweli
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you burnin the street
Look at how we got 'em personally
Sipped on when I get Henny
Pen strollin on the like Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
slow, no joke, one draw I kill y'all
How many yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown sugar

Kweli]

Nubian rock to this (whoo)
Black Star rock the metropolis
cats and you know we pocket it
Black Star got the whole world it

[Mos
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the where the drama is
And they their ?? lit
Just shake it out and respond to
And all of it

Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers)
Stop (uh on)
You got it (I come on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we come on)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
(brown sugar baby)
You got it
Stop (I said on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black start doin it)
(come on ma) (02 y'all yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)