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[Chorus:]
Now she wants a photo
Nobody really know though
Hakuna Matata: that’s the motto nigga what’s up? and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we chillin’ in paradice, we don’t really play
Every day, every day, people really don’t have a say
Can’t hear ’em cause our beats are in the way
Real nigga what’s up?
[Verse 1:]
I speak … black not ghetto
I hit the bass then I hear it on the cello
Answer it back with kick it mistro
Shooting to the cosmos, ditto to pride
Did I out-grow my options, when I arrived
Gotta look up for the info, so I checked the sky
That silver lining ain’t mine
I encountered the corner
New city, life form, now I’m the foreigner
Asking me for a souvenir
My reaction a deer in headlights
But I’m a grown ass buck
They cashed me in, I’m worth 20 20’s
Add another 20 no longer talking money
A catastrophe, that’s only ment to be
Preen for a casualty
Set and directed by me
Coming across me questioning thy
Only saying what that’s suppose to be
Flirt a ton nobody thinks I’m single
I play hearts like a fiddle
Lying just a little
I tell it all is that a confession or just a riddle
[Chorus:]
Now she wants a photo
Nobody really know though
Hakuna Matata: that’s the motto nigga what’s up? and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we chillin’ in paradice, we don’t really play
Every day, every day, people really don’t have a say
Can’t hear ’em cause our beats are in the way
Real nigga what’s up?
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