[Verse 1: Moe Pope]
Max with 'em, we can chill a bit
I'm starin' at the baby who lusciously lick her lips
Who let the snare tell her where the hips go
Whose bubbling to this flow, shake it up girl
In the club, 'till you vibing in your own world
And you forgot about your dude and your home girls
Ain't no problem, we got more that you can pop to
For city kids who tweetin' my latest haiku
Now put your a** on it, I'm 'bout to let it go
I'm in a hooptie with a groupie letting L's blow
It's for the work-a-holics and scholars
Thick babies, taming Rottweilers
Pretty ladies making short dollars, holler back
Sip a bit a wine and recline in my chit chat
This is Monday morning music, for the fathers who do their job and
Put the breaks on a n***a with a problem
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[Hook: Tea Leigh]
We caught the sunrise, we caught the sun rise
We caught the sunrise, in our eyes
[Verse 2: Moe Pope]
Yo, I'm writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
Hopin' when I'm gone that my people will recall, my
Letters to the world over beat breaks
Hold 'em all accountable, especially the DJs
But I ain't tryin' to start no fight
With a silly kid, privy to the stereotypes
Might of had a neck knockin', pen on paper and
MC I be, God sent me to humble them
Hymns in the church verse two, last chapter
Word p**nographer, lyric haberdasher
Mastermind in the flesh, the fresh dick blaster
So out of this world, people think I'm on a NASA
Hovercraft, masterin' my way through space
Lookin' for another alien to take my place
[Hook]