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Uptown (feat. Bun B & Lil' Wayne)[Lil Wayne:]Yeah, uh-huh [Drake:] Uh, hardly home but always repping You hardly on and always second When I'm awake you always resting And when they call you the answer You are hardly questioned I, I'm doing classic shit in all my sessions Other niggas situations they are all depressing That's why I never follow y'all suggestions I just always did my own thing Now I run the game, you stupid mothersuckers I see all this money through my Ohio state buck eyes Shit been going good, but good could turn to better 'Cause you the type to lose her And I'm about to get her It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on [Drake:] Yeah, wrong way down a one way Women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday Damn where I get it from, these niggas always wonder who Then they meet my pop and tell 'em "Drake is just a younger you." And shorty wanna party so don't let your girl up out the house Or there'll be shots on TMZ, of me giving her mouth-to-mouth Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her I drop two black cars I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther I don't ever play but I'm in the game lady They just lose to love, those are tennis games lady Have you counting money going dufflebag-crazy Sipping on Pink Floyd and puffing Wayne Brady Damn, whose line is it anyways? I'm in a daze You been amazed Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage I'm on fire yup I've been a blaze I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right You look nice And your frame makes me wanna bowl a strike Well, alright Guess I might Know what? Fuck it. Yes, I will I am more than what you bargained for And nothing less than real Put it to your life It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B, king of the trill Also one of the dopest Whether the streets or on the mic I'm dope and yes I'm focused The gangster recognize me for my locc ness no joke it's Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust Or maybe like a python That's the type of shit I'm on I wrote this on my iPhone So let me drop this iBomb I palm the game like it's a spalding ball and take flight From the free throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike Bun and Wayne and Drake in here Man this gon' be a great night Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white Try to cross me over I just fake left then I break right Stupid animal tricks Like David Letterman's Late Night This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long The best that ever did it and doing it on a new song UGK and Young Money too strong Bound to be in the green like a crouton So what the fuck is you on? It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on [Lil Wayne:] I am the leather-jacket, black-glasses, All-American bad boy I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy 'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag boy Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch And I keep that toaster you can come and be my strudel bitch I'm so uptown And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah And now I'm on that rock shit But why they let me in I'm a start shooting in a mosh pit Fuck is you talking 'bout Weezy in your mouth now Weezy what you talking 'bout (Young Mula Baby) It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell your friends That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on Best believe I understand It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK You can run and tell my city I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You can run and tell my city it's on |